I left you behind. Rotting. I should have stayed. I still hate that I didnt stay. Kept on moving, going forward. Didnt stay and hold your hand. You smelled like rot. Though I should have stayed. All alone. Hospital bed. No one around. You are just dead. I kinda feel bad I didnt do more. Im sorry. Spent hours by your side. Still felt warmth. Why did you give up?