Author Adelaide Green

I wanted so desperately to take some of his pain. I found myself holding my hands over the areas that hurt him the worst. I was hoping I could take some pain, even if it was just an ounce. I offered up my body, begging, the unseen forces causing the pain to just let me take a little bit. If I could take a little bit it could lighten his load. I knew deep down it wouldn’t work and it wouldn’t matter but still every time I entered his room I held my hands out, closed my eyes and tried to suck some of the sickness out.

But it didn’t matter. When I would leave though it was as if I somehow made it worse. My touch caused him to let out loud sighs of pain, my voice seemed to ruffle his feathers. He was irritable and not the man I once knew. He had no patience, no light in his eyes. I tried to give him my energy. I did everything I could to make him feel my love but somehow I always fell short. If love could fix someone he would be fixed. That is one thing I know for certain.