Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)

Fight

Yet again I've got something else on my mind.
I'd give so much to ask him why?
Why in Gods name didn't you fight?
I will never, until the day I die, get the echo of his voice screaming so loud that it echoed in the heavens about how he would fight.
So why didn't you then?
He said, "Let it ring in the night."
And if I were there I would have seen the very stars vibrate with the power of his voice.
Behind his wild screams everyone cheered.
My skin gets covered with chills with just the thought of his voice when he said it.
With those few simple lines,
Spoken with such conviction,
I would have followed him anywhere.
Ready to fight.
Oh how my heart breaks every single time I fast forward to the time he said he was tired.
"Tired of it all."
That's what he said.
I guess maybe that's why.
Because he had fought.
Endlessly.
He reached a point after all those years.
He was broken.
He said he died long before that day.
Even as I write this I'm beginning to see why he changed.
He reached that point where no amount of sleep could help him stay alive.
Because it wasn't just his physical self that needed rest but him emotionally and spiritually.

At this point you were gone.
There was no fight left in you...