I knew this would happen one day. Today I've lost something dear to me. She had always stood up for me, and I betray her for being a suspect of death. I should have been wiser. I had spent my whole evening trying to save her. I even go as far as cutting up her body just to save her. The ounces and sweats, but all in vain. She's now in a coma, I pray to god, hoping that she would wake up. She had always been a companion in my memories, always. But still, I felt that she could survive, I felt like there's a small light wander aimlessly in her core. Or I have lost hope and couldn't accept the fact that it is all my fault. I need her, don't take her away from me. She completes me...
She passed away at 9:48PM, Wednesday, September 16 2009.
R.I.P
