Was It Worth It?

I watch as the blood runs down your arms.

I watch as they scream, as they try to revive you.
I listen as they beg, as they cry.

I am frozen, unable to do anything.

Useless…

I watch with shock, with horror, as you turn to me.

No words are said, your eyes say it all.

A lump in my throat is formed as I struggle to keep the tears down. It's no use, as a lone tear slides down my cheek.

In that moment, I knew it was futile to save him, for even if we fixed his body, his spirit would be forever broken.

I understand it now. I understand your reasoning.

I understand your thoughts. I understand your feelings.

But most of all, I understand your pain.

Perhaps we are the only ones who can see past the facades and illusions.

See into the harsh reality.

You didn't deserve this.

None of the pain, the injustice, lies or betrayal.

The worst bit?

I know it's my fault.

I swore to protect you. To save you from the pain in the world.

I failed.

I am sorry, my friend.

More sorry than you could ever imagine.

I failed you, and it hurts more than you could ever know.

We lived life without regrets, we thought we were unstoppable. We thought we were invincible.

How wrong we were.

Time won't heal this, you are gone.

And in the end, I just have one question.

Was it worth it?