"And it's like, it feels like somebody was gripping my, it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat. They're worse than tremors, they're these terrors, it feels like somebody was gripping my throat and squeezing..."

She'd always look so sad. He wanted to comfort her each time he saw her even when chances were abundant. Whenever she cries he wanted to hold her, but could only stare. He always got the chance but never really took control of it. Because of the society's differences. Because of her background. Because of his background. Because he was weak.

She is still sad. But now he tries. As a friend at least.

"sometimes I see flames. And sometimes I'd see people that I love dying and... It's always"