Please don't go. Not yet.
Not when it's almost over.
Not when I have seen you in this light.
Just please don't go.
Stop turning me into a crybaby like you.
Please dry my eyes.
I hate this blur.
I have received emotional training.
Yes I did, ass.
But there's death everywhere.
The stench of blood and burning flesh.
The smoke has gone to my eyes.
Please let me pretend that it was the smoke…
Please let me be weak just this once.
Please don't let me go into a future without you in it.
Please don't break my heart.
~9 18 13AF P~
A/N: I'm really am hoping for a miracle…