You watch the light leave their eyes. You watch their heart crumble into crimson colored dust. But that's all that you can do. Watch from afar while another bleeds for your warmth.
And then you realise how very cruel fate can be sometimes.
Because there is nothing you wouldn't do to hold them in your hands, there's nothing you'd want more than wiping their tears away. And you'd take away their pain in a heartbeat and replace it with all things beautiful in your life. If only you could.
Sometimes you can love someone so much but not in a way that matters to them. And not in a way that makes sense to you. But still there's love and pain and longing. But it's all wrong and right at the same time.
Sometimes it's painful to love someone. And sometimes it's painful to be loved. And you don't really have a choice with either of them.
So you watch them leave, with a broken heart, and you're left there with an ache in you that'll never really go away.
And in the silence of the night you whisper to no one in particular.
"In another lifetime perhaps...."