What hurts most ...?


She struggles through the rain and the cold night, not knowing what drives her to keep walking, towards this one person who has her back turned.

Why is he doing this?
She cannot know. The shadow of his past is great, hers is slow to follow ...

What does she want to do? Help him?
... Yes, for some inexplicable reason she feels sorry for him. It's like she knows his past even though he never told her anything. But she seems to know everything….

So she runs to him, finally reaches him and puts her hand on his shoulder.
And she knows very well that she will be able to help him, even if he will never reciprocate her feelings ...