The Moment I had to entere the plane, the moment I sat down on my seat, looked out of the window, in exact that moment I realised what my heart was trying telling me.

“I can’t leave her, my true love, the only person, who could make me feel worth something”

Just for a few seconds I saw her, my light, my hope, my love, standing outside waving goodbye with tears in her eyes. My heart skipped some beats, as I could saw her sweet little smile. My very first tear since ages rolled down my wine red cheek.

“Marie?” Immidiently I stood up, running to the enter. I had to get out of here. I had to be with her. Now and forever.

But someone was holding me back.

„Now it‘s too late. She isn’t here anymore”, a voice in my head telling me. Again I looked out of the window, but nothing. There was simply nothing. No light, no hope, no love, nothing without her. Aggressively I punched against the window. Sharbs were making my bloody hand shaking, my head was turning red, my heart started pulsing, crying out loud for help.

As I woke up in the hospital again. Faced to the reality.

„Sir, stop! She is dead, there’s nothing you could have changed. You had to go. Now please, let her go. Let her go were she belongs to now. Live your life for as long as you can, you never know what could happen.