I will die of despair. Or he will. Perhaps both of us.
He goes through the daily motions, but his spirit is lifeless. His ennui has overpowered him, and he is beyond all aid.
In this I discover the true pain of love, as I am forced to watch and am powerless to help. It's almost as if we were standing on opposite sides of unbreakable glass, and neither of us is strong enough to break through.
So now I too lie listless, my worries and fears rapidly sending me to black depression. Overwhelming. Inescapable. The beginning of the end.
A/N: Well...sorry to be depressing, but, I am quite depressed... Part 3 of "Torment."
I got this at 100 words on my first try though.