I can’t reach her anymore. She’s been gone too long; she won’t look me in the eyes. I’ve done my best to make her happy, to make her smile and laugh and be herself. But I can’t reach her anymore, she’s gone, and she’s been gone. Oh God, how I love her, so much, her eyes, her lips, her voice, that smile that she fakes, that laugh that she forges. God, please help me, please help her. We’re fighting a losing battle and it’s only getting worse… it’s only getting worse…

She walks with me, a slight smile on her face as I talk to her, her eyes are so dull, the life that once shined so brightly within them is gone, and has left her with nothing. Her laugh is so fake, it’s so easy to tell, but I say nothing for the fear of being wrong. She’s helped me so much, she’s listened and comforted me and given me advice, but she’s gone now. I love her, but she’s drifting away. It bothers me most that she’s never once cried, she hasn’t once shared with me the source of her sadness, not once has she told me why she is dieing.

I watch her as she stands on the end of the bridge, looking down at the tiny creek below, her smile isn’t there, her head hangs so low, and what I see, is a tear on her cheek. I approach her slowly, she still hasn’t seen me. What I see on her arms is what frightens me most. Cuts. So many of them, running up and down, side to side, I make some letters out from some scabs, and put my hand to my face, as I see a fresh one, from her wrist to her elbow. The blood flows freely, falling onto the wooden bars of the bridge. I put my hand on her shoulder, and she looks up at me, her eyes wet with tears, she looks at me for one second, and then throws her arms around me. Her embrace is fast, but I hold her to me, feeling a warmth on my back that can only be more of that crimson liquid. I begin to pull her towards civilization, away from this bridge, as I feel the strength slowly seep from her like the blood on her arm. She smiles one smile, and I pull her faster, frantically calling for help.

With her last bit of strength, she pushes off of me, and stumbles to the edge of the bridge.

“I’m Sorry” she whispers, “I love you… so much…”

And I watch, dumbfounded, as she falls head first.

“I love you… so much more…” I whisper as I fall to the floor… “I love you…”