she doesn't need a mirror to see her disheveled face. disfigured. she is beyond exasperated. of course she knows.

i don't have to tell her that she needs to pace her breath. if she doesn't want to, she shouldn't be forced to.

shaking fingers. her unquelled hands were quaking unsatiably. i honestly wanted to stop them of course but how could i?

she was in pain. just as the doctors had always anticipated.

of course something had to be done, right?

yet all i could do is hold her hand as she rapidly slips away. it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it would only hurt her a lot longer if i kept her beside me anyway.

i had to admit it of course, there was nothing else i could do. what would would i know about leukemia and holes in her heart. the doctors kept explaining but how could i understand.

they gave us the option of taking away all her agony...

honestly, i can't blame her when she agreed...

trust me i wanted to make it stop. i honestly tried to voice out my protest but she never looked so peaceful. so indulgent. so serene. almost mesmerised. in bliss.

as the machinery were slowly being pulled off her...