I Am Sorry.

As I hear that voice. I instantly know who it is, and know that there's nothing I can do to help her. I just took everything in her life away, and I was having fun while doing it. I turn around and see her fall to her knees, almost as if it's in slow motion. There's nothing I can do. All I have to do is stand here and watch. Watch as she realizes what she's missing in her life. Maybe this is what dad wanted me to do. Realize what I do, and see if I can do it. I've never had any problems with any other job. This one was different though. Once I get to know people, well, some people, I get feelings that I shouldn't have as a taker of souls. This is the true test. As I am sitting here by her side, without her knowing, but I can imagine that she feels my presence, as we wait for every required person to get here when these things happen, to get here, I am just holding her. Giving her comfort. Comfort that she doesn't know is there, and probably never will know. My dad is probably looking up at me right now and thinking "Is he comforting her, or himself", and as of right now, I don't know the answer to that question.