"I watched her die," she whispered near silently as she placed her hand on the marlbe tombstone, which was wet with the melancholy tears of the sorrowful September sky. "Have you got any clue what that is like? To watch someone who you love, who is your heart and your soul, slowly fade away to the edge of sanity and to stare, helpless, as they fall into the abyss. It is horrible, there are no words to describe it. I watched, day by day, as she broke into a thousand little pieces, and each day those pieces were broke as well. Each day she fought so hard, and it was nearly impossible to watch, especially on the days where she would get better, only to find herself waking up the next morning worse off than before. It was a nameless evil, watching her die. It was a nameless evil to see her as she faded away into sorrowful nothingness."