"I watched her
die," she whispered near silently as she placed her
hand on the marlbe tombstone, which was wet with the melancholy
tears of the sorrowful September sky.
"Have you got any clue what that is like? To watch
someone who you love, who is your heart and your soul, slowly
fade away to the edge of sanity and to stare, helpless, as they
fall into the abyss. It is horrible, there are no words to
describe it. I watched, day by day, as she broke into a
thousand little pieces, and each day those pieces were broke as
well. Each day she fought so hard, and it was nearly impossible
to watch, especially on the days where she would get better,
only to find herself waking up the next morning worse off than
before. It was a nameless evil, watching her die. It was a
nameless evil to see her as she faded away into sorrowful
nothingness."