The nightmares were coming at her like a tsunami, pushing her deep into depression and wiping the air off her lungs.
Her once shining cerulean eyes were somehow in a dull shade of blue, and dark circles were formed under them. Mako missed seeing those eyes that always sparked with interest whenever a challenged beckoned.
Her voice was now faint, compared to the loud one Mako always heard. It was like a bright light fainting into the darkness with no warning.
Mako pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't fathom how she just slipped of the edge, alone and broken. He watched her, looking so beautiful, illuminated by the candle on the side table. But he knew better, it was a body that had lost its soul.
He tried so many damn times to cheer her up. Food, Naga, hell, he even gave her his precious scarf. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes. He slipped next to her in her wooden bed, subconsciously wiping his tears that were streaming down his cheeks.
You can do this, Mako. You can.