My dear girl. I am his family. I am permanent. You are only temporary.
Morning," I say. "Shh," she says. "If you don't acknowledge it, maybe it will go away.
I reach out and take his hand. His fingers slide between mine. I can't breathe.
He is not sweet or gentle or particularly kind. But he is smart and brave, and even though he saved me, he treated me like I was strong. That is all I need to know.
Cowardice is how you decide to be in real life
Half of bravery is perspective.