no matter how much she begs, deny her food and water.
her fragile body is breaking. there’s nothing you can do.
tell her you love her. you always have.
hold her close, paying no attention to the fire that consumes her.
there are two people that can save her. you are not one of them.
the first is miles away, where even the sky cannot reach her. you cannot reach her, even to remember her face.
the second might as well be miles away, somewhere between intoxicated, asleep, and apathetic to her struggling life.
the worst part isn’t the sleepless night, spent wishing for someone to save her.
the worst is the day after, pretending everything is fine. acting like you were capable of saving her.
she might yet recover, but you’ll never be the same.