"You're wrong! I have no purpose anymore. I'm as good as dead."
As Malia finished saying this, Alexia watched her slowly descend to the floor. All her resolve weakened. She was no longer fighting again. She lost every zeal to live. She lost every reason to keep fighting.
It was at that point that she finally accepted it. Richard was gone. He was gone forever and nobody was going to bring him back to her. Malia wished she could turn the time and save him. Malia wished she could just wake up and realise it was just a dream. That none of it ever happened.
Malia pinched herself twice to be sure this was really her reality. Indeed it was for when she pinched herself, she never woke up. She never saw herself elsewhere.
The tears began little by little and soon started to flood out of her eyes. Her broken voice came out so tiny as she cried.
