I thought in the 23 years of my life, I have gone through enough heartbreaks and moments of devastation that it has made me a stronger person.

How wrong I am! Because no one is prepared for this kind of heartbreak. No one should need to go through this kind of hurt. God should not be so cruel, to let us see the person we loved most getting more and more fragile day by day.

The man I once believe is a superhero, the man I have always known that he would protect me from any harm, getting weaker day by day. Because of the alien that invaded his body, and also because of our own negligence, for not able to notice and anticipate the attacks of the aliens.

I am definitely not prepared for all this. No one will understand how I feel when I see his fragile body; his reflex getting slower, his breathing getting faster and his soul getting wasted away.

I know how he feels when I look at him. He thinks he is useless. He actually despises himself, I think. For being in this kind of state after being the man of the house for more than 30 years.

But despite all this, despite the foreign entity that is slowly conquering his body and soul, I still think of him as my hero. The only difference is that my hero needed my care and protection now.

And I am not going to let go so soon, no matter what the outcome is.