Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z in any way, shape, or form. I write for my own enjoyment.
But it has me by the heart. To the extent that I'm unwilling and unable to let you go. You're my first and only; the sole owner of my heart. When I saw I could lose you, the tears flowed as if I shattered. I did while waiting for you to recover and come back to me. Don't you know you've always had this hold on me? I fall to pieces whenever you're gone.
Your own body betrays you by destroying you from the inside. No wish granted by a dragon will bring you back to me this time. I, we, depend on you! If there was even a tangible way to survive by some other means, I don't see it. Where's the bright side to a cold, harsh reality that sends chills down my spine? The feeling of dread burns my soul with its icy grip. All I can do is watch helplessly as your suffering intensifies. Your cries of pain pierce my heart. How do I pull myself together only to be deconstructed the longer you stay on the cusp of life and death? You straddling that fine line further drives me to my own destruction. I crumble knowing that you're suffering despite being so careful to avoid the same fate befalling our home. And you lie here frail and weak. A way I've never dared to entertain seeing you. In a state where you're most vulnerable. Fragile.
But it has me by the heart. Each and every reaction you have clenches my heart in anticipation. Will this be your last breath? Or are there more to come? Is this the moment I lose you for good? Where I truly live the rest of my days as a widow? Do I get left to wind to twist, turn, and eventually wither away?