Gazing at the still, motionless Tilly, Elias couldn't fathom how to describe his feelings.
He reached out to touch Tilly's withered body but stopped mid-air, his hand trembling before withdrawing.
His eyes searched around, finally resting upon Tilly's spirit form.
The once eternal spirit now appeared as a dim speck of light, so faint it was barely visible.
Elias tried calling out to her but felt no emotion, no presence that could be called a 'soul'.
This Tilly was, in essence, dead.
Elias slumped to the ground, powerless. He now understood why no effort could ever change Tilly's obsessive thought.
That thought, that plan, was what kept her alive.
It had become the most crucial, most anticipated aspect of her life, the sole purpose for her burning passion.
And he had mercilessly shattered it.
After brutally bursting all her illusions, Tilly lost even the desire to live.
He had driven her to death.
