When life has spent its last breath and death is waiting its turn, how is one supposed to survive? When you watch the person you love slip away, when your hands shake and your arms arent strong enough to pull him back, how do you keep fighting? When salvation rests on your shoulders alone. When every heartbeat feels borrowed and every breath is a battle
Will your heart stop beating before you save his?
Everything Ive ever loved hangs by a thread. But Ive learned what Im truly made of.
Some fights are worth dying for.
Some loves are worth living for.
