As
he sits,
he sees what
most
don't.
A
fragile
human being.
A miracle.
His only
hope.
What
she saw.
Well,
that was
a little
more
difficult to
explain.
You see,
he sat across
from her
for so long
now,
he was almost
a
part of her
scenery.
Her
landscape,
what she
always
always
knew
to be
true.
How could
anyone
get used to
seeing
someone like
him,
you may
wonder.
How
do you
just
accept,
that it's
real.
And not
question
why......
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