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Confrontation

"Would you die for me?"

"Again?"

On his knees, his head drops. He pauses and looks down at his palms. Covered in dust and soot, I see moisture drip onto them.

His head slowly rises again, letting the hot tears wash his cheeks. His mouth quivers as he goes to speak.

"Countless, time and time. Yes, yes yes and yes over and over again. I would for you" he say, his sentence cracking as his tears flow out freely.

"But I know, deep down I know. You wouldn't once for me." A choked sob leaves he's throat as he desperately tries to wipe his eyes to no avail.

I turn my head, not able to bear the scene ahead of me. My heart aches.
Not out of pity, sorrow, nor grief.
But from the hard grip of reality that won't let go.

I know he is right.