I hate myself, you, and everything I saw today. Whatever happened to our deal? You told me things will be okay. We would have time. And now here we are. We're just waiting and yet I still have hopes that this promise will be fulfilled. Why must you break my promise? I know that there are others to care for too, but all I asked for was one small thing. I wish I stayed alone. Why did I come here with you? I could have done this promise myself, but I just had to do this thinking that I would somehow be happier with you. Now we're crying. Everyone is staring at us. No one knows of this promise. They'll never understand, and yet they can't look away. Should we call for help? Will anyone hear us? At this point, I don't care anymore. Hold me.