I suppose I cannot prevent all of it. Just as old age cripples a man, my overuse of this power brings me closer and closer to the brink. I could try and try forever to stop you from falling, but it just seems so impossible right now.
Maybe there is a way to surpass this, to bring about a conclusion fitting of my desires, but most know that will never happen. What if this is all one big dream? I couldn't bear to think that all of this trouble was but a moment in time awake. I would quite literally go mad.
I want to break down, I want to sit here and cry until I could do so no longer. Is it truly this hard to stop death itself?! Even with something beyond normal people, I cannot... Even do that. I miracle resides in me, and that is not enough to face such an overwhelming force.
Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if I went back, and died while they all lived. Maybe I am the imbalance which threatens to take all that I hold dear. Though, would they really accept that? I'm sure they'd...
There really is no way out of this hell, is there? I'll watch you die over and over, and I'll continue trying to make it so that you don't, but ultimately you will! Oh... The amount of times I've seen your resting face, void of life until I force time backwards- it hurts. A dull ache now resides over my entire form, and my head; it hurts badly.
I swear if I keep this up, I will never be able to do this again. Never to have another chance at saving you again and again. You must have gotten sick of going through it all over and over, surely! Please... Somehow, force yourself to not die! For there is naught I could do to save you, truly!
And then, and then... Your eyes rest on me, and my head continues to throb ever so badly. You've watched my nose bleed from the pressure so many times, and you've watched me pass out completely for times on end- yet you remain, cradling me, holding me...
It all feels so cruel.