He had never said a word. He had simply carried her on his back, moving forward inch by inch, his spine slightly bent under her weight, terrified she might slip.
In those moments, she felt like she was his entire world. His life. His everything.
When they got home, she had applied his medicine and pressed a lingering kiss to his residual limb. For six years, he was her pride. She never allowed anyone to look down on him; if anyone dared to insult him, she would return the humiliation tenfold.
He was the man she was willing to protect with her very life.
She had once sworn to herself that she would never betray him, never leave him. She wanted to shield him from every ounce of pain and despair the world had to offer. She wanted him to know that no matter where he was, if he turned aroun
