A week passed by since that night.

The same thing repeated.

3:07 AM

It was always at that exact time when it all starts.

He had locked himself in his room.

I tried to see his face even once.

Even once...

He would never come out.

He would stay in there.

I tried talking to him.

He wouldn't listen.

He told me to leave him.

Leave? Can I?

No.

His situation got only worse day by day.

The first night, he had harmed himself.

The next day too.

And the day after that.

I feel helpless.

I don't care about myself.

I will merrily die if that would be of any help.

I can't see him like this anymore.

He never eats, never talks.

The only thing hear is his sobs.

Those heartbreaking sobs rip my heart away.

I want to see him.

I want to give him the warmth that he surely needs.

But all I could do is hear him cry all day long.

And lose his sanity at night.

And those eyes.

They haunt me.

I don't want him to suffer alone.

I don't know what is happening to him.

But I will protect him.

Because I love him too much.

Too much to leave him alone.