(A/N: I'm sorry.. if anyone actually finds this sad and yes.. I know it's OOC and it's supposed to be okay.. just feel for them both eh? Please rate and review! Thanks!)

He won't stop crying, not matter what I do or say, his pain never stops. I can hear him, from the bed in which I lay now. Screaming, pleading almost begging for someone to save him, but no one can and he knows it. The same thing happens over and over again every single night, no matter what the mood or the occasion.

Endless suffering.

He told me once, it feels as if you're being scolded alive in the very depths of hell, burned to a crisp and all you can hear is laughter, people laughing at your insanity, laughing at you. I try, my best, absolutely everything you could ever think of, I've tried it. Nothing works, and I dread to say it but I think we've all given up hope, for good. I realize he hasn't got long left, and so does he, yet he still pushes on, fights the fire in his soul until one day, he can fight it no more. All I can do until then is pray, and wish that he's going to pull through, climb in bed with him every night, hold him tight to my body and sing to him, as soft as I can, as reassuringly as I can. Through all the screaming and the pain, I want him to hear my voice, and my voice alone. I want to love him and I want him to love me back, for as long as he's got left.

One night, it all stops. I sing, as per normal, he screams, and suddenly.
Silence.
At last, I know that he is safe. No more hurt or pain, no more restless night and begging, it was all over, for good. He's free, his soul parted from the bed our bodies share, and further away than neither you nor I could imagine. I smile. The room that was once occupied by two.. was now occupied by one.