I woke up. I looked around and I tried to recognize where I'm. It does take me a while. It does, because I couldn't believe my eyes It does, because I didn't want to accept the truth. My body was squeezed into a small space. I was aware of myself, but still, I couldn't move my body even though I tried. It felt so strange. So miserable. It felt like the body didn't belong to me anymore. The body wasn't listening to me anymore. I wasn't the master of my own body anymore. It felt like someone had torn us apart. And now it was me and my body, separately. Everyone around me was talking, but I couldn't hear a single word. It drove me mad. I saw their mouths moving, but no sound came out. I wanted to say something just to let them know I was still here, but suddenly, I was speechless. I wanted to see you one last time, just to remember your face forever, but my vision started to blur sooner than I expected. I wanted to stay here longer, but every passing second grew heavier and heavier. My eyes became so heavy, they started to close. I really wanted to stay. I really wanted to talk to you and see you smile again. I really wanted to go back in time just to hold you and never let go. But I guess that wasn't our fate. We just weren't lucky enough to finish this together. We weren't lucky enough to hold hands until the end. And it's all my fault. I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry…. But continuing was no longer an option. My only option was to let the body rest. To let everything go. To let myself go. My option was to lose it all. To leave the body. And to leave you.