To Pete
I don't know how much longer I can do this. How much longer I can sit by his bed and watch him slowly get worse. He's smiles and laughter, but his eyes show his sadness inside. This is killing him and that's killing me. I know it's for the best, I know he has to get ill to get better, but I will never be ok with it. I want to wrap him up and run away, so they can't hurt him anymore. He never wanted this, how can someone so full of life have to lose it all? But I can't say these things, it would break too many hearts. So I just smile, pour him a drink and carrying on playing the game. But inside, i'm screaming.