I wanted to stop her, i  honestly did. Those nails digging into the soil, her deafening  scream echoing across the grounds, i really did, but after i saw  what she'd done, the state she was in, i lost all hope of trying.  She loved that person with her whole soul, visiting everyday, flowers  and words she'd tell. Only this time, the feelings bottled up were  too much, too much for anyone. I could of grabbed her hands i guess,  or picked her up, or called a doctor, but i didn't.
Why? I  couldn't.

I'd wanted to help her say goodbye. But i just stood there coldly, watching as the mud stuck to her  hands and her face got paler and her tears got stronger. I did  stretch out a hand, but she was too far, too gone, no one could  save her now. Her life decaying by the second, falling down behind,  like stairs, snapping and tumbling. I knew this, but i was blind.
Listen? I couldn't.

I'd wanted to clear her  mind of everything. Fill it with flowers and tell her all was  right, but it wasn't, she wasn't. She scratched away at the soil,  getting closer to the stone. Her face was blurring, her picture  fading away. I'd read she'd blew her mind the day they left, her  bony hands shaking the papers straight. The news was rather sad,  but no one seemed to care, they all knew her too well.
Help?  I couldn't.

I'd wanted to take her back home. Sit her in her chair by the big fireplace, but she wouldn't sit.  I could tell. Her eyes were dripping now, melting into one big  face of terror, widening and and shivering and darting back and  fourth. Her hands still digging, her life still falling away, her  fingers bleeding.
Stop? I couldn't.

I'd wanted  to make her see the mess she was making of herself. Impossible  though when you don't listen. Turning a blind eye to death doesn't  help, no matter how much your life cries away. Getting up slowly  off the ground, she wiped the soil and blood off her hands onto her  trousers, wiped the tears from her face on her sleeves.

I then walked away. Off towards the trees and faded, like darkness,  into a world of my own.
Look back? I couldn't.