"I held the girl in my arms and I felt her quiver as she tried to keep her tears to herself. But there was nothing she could do. She looked at me with eyes full of emotion, and I was stunned by how she so freely exposed her weakness. I admire her for that -- for accepting that there are things that hurt her, things that she could not take. And in those few moments that I tried to console her, I felt helpless, powerless, vulnerable. Because I know that I shared her fear. I know that I myself cannot hold on forever. I myself will someday be gone, with only faint memories of the feelings we once shared. I know that I myself will die... if I lost her."



**sniff, sniff**