She is looking at me, a smile on her face to encourage me. I look at my hands, shaking a little and heave out a breath.
I am doing this for her. We are overlooking the beautiful estate, the rolling green lands and the serenity of it, flowers surrounding her.
A single pill on my palms, the finality of it all hitting me like a brick of stones on my chest.
This is it.
I give them to her, and she swallows them, and I stare at her, a part of me wishing they won't work, another part of me understanding her need for her doings.
I would do the same if I was in her place.
I sit beside her and we both stare at the scenic view before us. I don't hold her hand, I grind my jaw, locked so hard to prevent myself from showing my emotions.
If I do, I fear I will crumble and I will be a mess, something I need not be. I need to be strong for her. That's why she choose me for this.
My train of thought is disrupted when I see her head nodding off.