The Cost.

The air in her room was stale, uncomfortable to take in.  Outside I could hear the mass of mumbled voices waiting for me to walk out.  They were so blissfully unaware, they thought I was saving people because I cared, because it meant something to me, but it never did... I was saving her.  She was beautiful beyond description.  She was like this flower that, no matter how you looked at it you could never consume enough of the image... but she was wilting.  I watched her break down and decay before my eyes and I couldn't do anything to stop it.  All my life I'd had these extraordinary powers, yet I was so powerless to what was happening right in front of me.

She didn't ask for this, she didn't ask to get sick or for me to do what I did to get her treatment... but  I could tell the moment she put it together in her head.  It was as if a switch flipped and she became distant and cold.  She never confronted me, she only ever smiled softly and assuringly.  When she refused treatment I knew she knew.

Framing these innocent people seemed wrong on the surface, but it never felt wrong because I did it for her... I couldn't afford the treatment on my own.  All those lives I took to save hers-

A steady flat tone rang in my ears, shocking me back to reality.  My hear sunk into my stomach... It was over.