9:04pm
Mark sleeps a lot nowadays.
He doesn't even have the energy to get out of bed to go to the bathroom sometimes. I have to help him out of bed.
I want to take him to so many places. I want him to see so many more things. I want him to experience euphoria. But...I can't do anything when his body physically can't withstand itself.
Mark has gotten even paler than he was before.
Everytime he falls asleep, a fear creeps up my spine.
What if he doesn't wake up?
It tortures me.
This fear.
I stare at Mark as he sleeps. He sleeps with a pained face.
He's hurting.
His whimper greets my ear.
Tears greet my eyes.
I only wish I could take his pain away.
But soon, God will take his pain away for me.
This breaks my heart :(
