FLYING BACK TO YOU

Present Time,

She had seen it all.

She had watched how he had wallowed in agony.

She had seen how he had lived, body in function and soul in constant wander.

She had seen the life in his eyes go out, blown off to the endless parts of the universe, far to unreachable depths.

The deepest hurt was to see him try various methods to kill himself. For every time he had tried, she had screamed at him to stop, she had gone to him to stop him, but he had placed his head on a slab to have someone cut him off, he had thrown himself in a pointed sword and stayed till his heart stopped and then started a few moments later.

He had laid by her burning side and had burnt till he passed out.

She had not been able to do anything and could only cry and watch, watch and weep, look and plead.

But from where she was, nothing she could do could have any effect.

She needed to get to him.

She had been more than desperate to return and she had.