I felt sorry, I couldn't save him.
I have cherished him all my vitality, no matter what we had or what we could have, but I loved him. In my heart he was nonetheless alive, he yet held a place, and no one else would ever replenish it.
Sorrow. I was groping grief, I could've saved him. It was all my fault.
A part of me perished with him. And a part of me would always wait for him.
I had nothing left to live for.
Tears streamed down, I settled a hand over my mouth to suppress my sobs. I wished to scream, to scream my heart out. But nothing.....
Nothing would fetch him back.
My heart tightened at an abrupt thought.
"...Come back.....Please...." I murmured to no one...
"Please!" I sobbed louder.
I just needed to hear his voice, for formerly.
I yearned to tell him how much I ado
