I'm sorry...
"I'm tired, Amy" Sheldon sighed as he looked up to the sky.
"They say it would get better with time and for a moment I believe them. Leonard, Howard, and Raj supposed to know this better than I do, so why am I still tired?"
His shoulders sagged as the burden of the world rested on them. Sheldon's eyes are surrounded by dark circles, his cheeks are gaunt, while his brown hair is lying limply on his forehead. It has been a while since his last haircut. It has been a while since he cares.
Sheldon looked beside him and wondered loudly, "Do you think it would get better?"
Without waiting for an answer, Sheldon shook his head as a negative and looked down on his lap, "No, I don't think so. This would only get worse."
He closed his eyes as he let the wind blow past his thin body, "I'm just so tired. I just want to sleep and forget."
He chuckled at that, "To think that I used to see my eidetic memory as a gift. What a laughable idea was that?" He shook his head again as he chuckled humorlessly.
"Please, tell me what to do. I don't think I can do this anymore." A lone tear escaped from the corner of his eyes.
"I wish you were here, Amy. I miss you so much." Sheldon said finally as he caressed the gravestone and laid down his wife's favourite flowers on the ground.