Trapped in a Despairing Cycle

For a moment, the world around Ercilia is still and quiet, or at least that's what it feels ever since Meir has just settled with choking out sobs.

She had allowed herself to go limp as her eyes slip shut again, accepting whatever it is that life decided to throw at her this time. The only thing she can focus on in that fuzzy state is her slow, heavy breathing – it synchronizes with his. He had needlessly tired himself out with all the crying, leaving her wondering just how he could collect his senses together at this rate. 

"I'm… so sorry," he then said out of nowhere.

"For what?" she asked, not opening her eyes. 

He does not reply. The answer should already be obvious. 

"Whether you believe it or not, young man…" she told him softly.

"You're one of the best things that could've ever happened to me."

"I am…?" he gasped out, a little bit in awe, and she nodded.

"Me too. I-I'm glad I met you."

"Surely, you don't mean that."