There was a short, yet exaggeratedly long pause as I stared at her dark orbs filled with nothing but hopelessness and... fear.

"I- I- I might be able... to r-relate to everything that you are going through...", I stammered as I tried to formulate my sentence to buy me some time as my brain worked its engine to find a way out of the current crisis.

I took a deep breath in before I continued, "but I am here to tell you that... I'm here... and I- I'm trying to understand. So... just-"

"I'M DONE! I'M TIRED! I'M- I'M... I'M NOT EVEN SURE WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS, BUT ALL I KNOW IS THAT I WANT IT TO END! SO STOP TRYING TO STOP ME!"

I was melting. It was either hot, or I was way too nervous that it looked as if someone had chucked a bucket full of warm water all over me. But then again... when it seems as if something you cherished is going to end, the discomforts that you go through are not much of a big deal.

As a matter of fact, I felt hurt. As if a sharp, shattered piece of glass was piercing through my heart forcefully, taking my breath and hope away.