After the first time, I thought it was a one-time thing. You were just being over dramatic. Seeking the attention which I should have given you.

After the second time, I knew this was serious. That it will happen again, and I might not get to you in time. That I’ll need to watch you constantly.

But, you promised me “never again”.

By the third time, it had been so long since the previous incident. Your illness, hidden well and kept to yourself. I finally believed your promise. I let my guard down.

And then you were gone.