He would sweep her off her feet hard and fast. He would fly her away from this wretched place. Send her to a place where she can be free. A place where she can shed away her sorrow, a lair when she can spread her arms wide and hug the sky, a land of happiness where she can smile and be loved.

All he could do is put his arms around her lithe frame. He felt the tremors from the core of her soul. He closed his eyes. He is hurting twice as she was. He wants to take her pain away. If he can only take it with him and feel it twice as she does, he would gladly oblige.

But what's the use? She can no longer see him. She can no longer touch his face. He can no longer feel her warm breath against his face. He can no longer touch her hair. How can it be? Tomorrow the sun shall rise. Next day, dawn will break. The next moment will take everything away... Forever....