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Taking one step after another, slowly approaching.

She’s staring absently at the windows. Nothing.

No recognition to her surroundings, not even me.

Crouching down to the level of her small wheelchair so that we are at eye level, still nothing.

I know it’s her way of escaping reality.

Escaping me.

But don’t I always bring her back to me?

Doesn’t she get tired of fighting this? Us?

Doesn’t she know that the only way to escape me is not trying to kill herself but rather killing me?

My fingers on her chin, I lift her softly…

“Hey…gorgeous”

Because I would never let her.