You're slipping away from me, and no matter how hard I hold onto you, I can't stop time. Perhaps we're comets, or meteors, our paths crossing but briefly as we continue on our own separate trajectories, our own separate paths, far, far away from each other into the darkness of utmost space. I don't want to leave you, I will fight tooth and nail to keep you, but the horrible certainty pervades my mind that my best efforts will prove futile. You're going somewhere I can't follow, and if I try to, I'll fall. Even if I pour everything I am into this, if I spill all my blood, if I give my last breath, if I exhaust my strength, if I tear my heart asunder, ultimately I will spend myself to no avail.

Your time is running out. One by one, all the avenues are being closed to you, hemming you in with no way to escape. Will I be one of the things to go? I would never abandon you - no matter how much it hurts, I will always be here. As long as you want me, I will be here. But how much longer will you be around to want me?

I don't see a way out of this. I don't think anyone does. We're just counting down the seconds until the end.