'Hold me,' Lavyiet, a man that used to be so happy, so in love with life. All because of his darling wife, Dalia. She was the light of his life, his universe even. She was what brought on a dumb goofy smile that she'd always say she loved, so he did to. Anything she adored, he did tenfold. 'Console me' And then she fell ill. 'And then I leave without a trace;' He would have been okay. He would have been fine if it was a simple illness, one he could treat. He was a scientist, surely he could qualify to treat it? But no. She was still ill. Even after 9. nearly 10 years. And year by year, it worsened, and she remained bed-bound, and by year 3, she slipped into a coma. And by God, he wasn't taking it well one bit. 'C'mon, don't leave me,' Every day, his mental health deteriorated, though he tried to mask it with his old happy-go-lucky act that he used to naturally have when she was okay. He'd tried to cope, let his hair grow out, dyed it pink, the same exact shade Dalia's was, along with wistfully taking her earring from her left ear which was a simple black stud with a longer, slightly larger black obsidian oval attached by a thin chain to the stud. He's even began wearing his coat nearly all the time now, were as when he was younger, and when Dalia was okay, he hardly wore the thing unless it was winter and Dalia forced him to. It hurt, having to get up in the morning, not having his wife next to him to give him. 'It can't be that easy, babe...' For once, he agreed to hang out with you. He'd hardly hung out with any of his friends or work-mates these past years, now leaving his research and work to his home office, losing days of sleep at times until he passed out and slept for a day and a half. You tried chatting, making small talk to lighten up his mood, but he looked so drained... so empty and so different from the lovable dork you and all your friends and work-mates knew him as. "Just, please, I just want... to sit here for a bit." He sighed, sounding exhausted, hand gripping his drink