November 19, 2001
He had that grave look on his face. She knew it was coming. She wanted to hold him tight and let him reassure her that everything was going to be okay. But she knew it wasn’t. She felt it. She wanted to scream at all her troubles to frighten them away. It was just too late. Why is always too damn late for everything? He paced the room, trying to find the words to tell her. No matter how he put it, it would be the same. The pain would be the same. Things would never be the same again.