As I walk out towards him, I wonder. Why did he love me? Even after he lost everything, why? His parents, home and even mind perished and he still held me and gave me warmth. Sometimes it's different, the way he loves me. It's not like in the cave... but as it was on the train. There is still a wall, a wall I also have. This divides us as individuals with our own issues we can never deal with.
It scares me when he tightens his grip on a chair, because I know what he was thinking and wanted to do. I would just glance and say nothing, but in the bathroom, I would cry. This is why I asked to myself,...
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