""I wish you would have died that night!", I howled. Sweaty palms cupped my cheeks and the air turned all black around me and I was not able to see a god damn thing. I heard his body crashing on the ground. Pain was just an illusory sensation that his mind could shut own if it needed to. Mending a broken heart is not easy to fix. He whispered some words in a distant lifeless voice. He could hold the heartbreak no longer and he raised his head up in a disheveled heap as his grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears"