“Why?” Whispered Anabelle, Javier looked up from the sparks and met her worried, yet determent gaze. She stood up; he did the same. She took two firm steps against him, the flames of the fire, eating the air in front of her face. “Why, did you come after me?” Another two steps, she gently pushed him backwards with both hands, yelling at him: “You shouldn’t have come back, you didn’t know if it was safe, why, why would you risk your life for mine. WHY!” Exclaimed she.  He didn’t push her away, he let her hands rest on his chest, instead he smiled and removed a strand of hair from her face, he left his hand resting on her cheek. “Because I care for you to, Anabelle. And I couldn’t live with myself unless I knew you were safe on that train.”