I stood outside the white doors of the hospital. the invitation still open. was I really going ahead with this? killing a life that was about to miss out, on a future he or she could have had the chance to live out, experienced, feel, in the name of love. I could feel the tears streaming down, I could feel myself drowning in a well, of fears. the fear of missing out on the beautiful sight of seeing his first crawl, or the first time she spoke. was I really doing this? Giving up on what I will miss the most? He held my hand and wiped my tears, he kissed my forehead and whispered quietly in my ears, "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." I had to this, there was no other way, yet he still wanted to stay. this was it, we went in, ready to let go... the nurse said, "its time".