He was my savior and my doom. The boy I'll always love. He lives in my heart, in my head, in my very soul, yet he's so out of reach from me. Something I will always want but never have. It's been years, Papa's men could have killed him that night, yet somewhere in my heart, I know he will come from me. He promised. "When I stand next to you, it is for you that I stand and no one else. I'm here for you, I will always be here for you. I will always come for you, and you will always have me on your side. It is as simple as that." It's foolish of me to still hold on to those words from a man who could very well be dead. But hope is nothing if not foolish. And today, when my life will change forever, my foolish hope is all I can hold on to. He will save me. He has to. He's all I have left.