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August 9, 2013
I lay on the ground, motionless. Wet all over, I had nothing on me other than a skimpy piece of cloth. He crawled closer and took my hand into his. Gently, he placed his head on my chest. Then he came over and looked at me. Indecision was written all over his face. I needed him to do it; I needed it so badly.

But he just couldn't place his mouth onto mine.

His fear of losing me was far less than his fear of something else.

He nearly paid the price, my death, if help hadn't come moments later.