The Shortest Story Cuts the Deepest

I looked into her eyes, bleeding with tears of red. Tears which were unrealistic yet broken and tainted, which made me know they were real. She was a tortured soul which used to be somewhat of an angel. Killed by years of drowning thoughts and foolish mind games. I pitied her so much but the other painful thing was, was that I still loved her. Seeing her breaking on the outside just made her breaking on the inside that little bit harder to bare. I loved her and I hated seeing her die inside but on the outside too! It was tearing the both of us apart. I wish I could cut the cord and walk away but I couldn't. Our bond was sticking together like glue or something. I guess you could call it lingering love...