She can’t die. I won’t allow it. Not by her hand or anyone else’s. Her screams are splitting my soul, my head, my heart. I can’t take it. I can’t take it. I can’t take it anymore. I feel tears stinging my eyes, streaming down my face. Now I’m begging. I’m begging her to stay. To live. For me. I might even be screaming too, sobbing too, shaking too.