He paused and turned to regard her.

She hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and said, “why?” She thought he understood her meaning: why her? Why save her, and now why try to rescue her? She had guessed at the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it.

He stared at her for the longest while, and then, in a low, hard voice, he said, “you know why.”

It scares me knowing how much u mean to me, yet how little weight I carry in you.

Tears are memory’s only language

she was annoyed. :p