The air caught up in his throat, unable to breathe as his eyes which had tears welled up remained fixed on you, making sure you were comfortable, your condition was okay..

He felt guilty, he wants to apologise..but it's too late..

The soft beeps of the monitors broke the eerie silence of the hospital room as he took your soft, pale hand in his, gently rubbing them with his thumb as he observed your unconscious-self. He sighed a shaky breath, his eyes locked on the bandages wrapped around you wrist..

He still remembered your caring words ; advising him to not stay up for too long during work..how you'd make coffees whenever he had a headache. How you'd comfort him..yet he took you for granted ; atleast that's how he felt.

It was all his fault. All his. He couldn't stop blaming himself for what had happened to you...if he hadn't broken up with you that day..maybe you'd still be fine, and smiling at him..

He left, despite your desperate cries and begging..just for him to stay. He left. He regreted it.