What happens when your soul collapses into a pile of dust or your heart is torn in two? If all your dreams and wants become a faint memory because the one you love is sitting in front of you gasping for breath, struggling to stay alive. How can you be looked upon as their strong point when all you want to do is curl up beside them because you feel without them there is no use in living. I just want him to be curled up in my arms again, engulfed in a sense of warmth and love. But I see him now; surrounded by a pool of burgundy blood with cuts so deep they nearly pierced his soul. He had always been there for me, someone to lean on and pour my heart too. Someone I could look up to and never see the slightest glimpse of regret. I fell in love that day on the staircase, to a boy surrounded by red piping and a well-tailored jacket. But know I yearn for that day knowing that if my beloved can surpass his doomed fate, nothing will ever be the same.