It killed her to watch him drag himself to the office everyday.
It killed her to see him at his daughter's grave.
It killed her to see the strong man that she once knew, cry over a picture of that beautiful face.
It killed her to hear the pain in his voice whenever he talked.
It killed her to know that he couldn't sleep at night.
It killed her to think that he wasn't healthy.
It killed her to know that he wasn't sober.
It killed her to walk into the office and not see his cheery face.
It killed her to see his love for Emily tested everyday.
It killed her to get that late phone call and hear him ask how she was.
It killed her to know that he couldn't care for himself.
It killed her to know that he was stuck between life and death without his daughter.
It killed her to know that he was worried about everyone else's happiness, because he knew that his own couldn't be mended.
It killed her to know that he couldn't go anywhere without being reminded of his own flesh and blood.
It killed her to see that sad look on his face when he sees her.
It killed her to find those empty bottles in his house and office.
It killed her to see him try to fill his emptiness with alchohol and drugs.
It killed her to see him fall under the verbal abuse from his ex-wife.
It killed her to see him try to love her anyway.
It killed her to see him miss the life he used to have.
It killed her to know he was in so much pain, but to also know there was nothing she could do.
She came back to life when he kissed her.
The End.
