Midnight in The Big Apple

She sat on a lonely bench in the middle of central park, her head hung low. What had happened? Nobody could see her, except on certain nights. When she spoke, it was only a whisper, when she screamed, it couldn't be heard. Tears started to fall, but they didn't even compare to how many others have shed for her. She saw glimpses of the pain that her family and of all others, Sean, let spill. Sean. Her Sean. She saw him at his worst. When he tried to take his own life. She saw him mutter over and over "only to be with you" and she saw the blade fall from his limp wrist, and she saw the bottle slip from the table, and the ambulance pull up to his house, and how the strange men wrapped up his wrist. What was worse was how she could do nothing about it. Tears fell faster now, her body shook. Two lives are destroyed by one mans mistake.