Not yet," he wailed, as raw as the earth. "But you....

“ Not yet," he wailed, as raw as the earth. "But you lay as though already dead, and I cannot go on without you. Do not leave me; do not die!" And I felt a grief from him to melt the mountain ice. Grief to drown in. Grief to both rend my heart and mend it at once. ”

Tosca Lee

From : Havah: The Story of Eve