Cor
She had one mission and one mission alone: protect him.
A lucky charm, he called her; his precious pillar, he would whisper. Through thick and thin, she stood by him, supported him, and fulfilled her one purpose in life dutifully. Even now, with the arid horizon gleaning with broken glass from toppled buildings which one stood so proudly, she was with him—accepting the way he held her for dear life. Oh, how she longed to have the grace to reach out and wipe his tears as he stood atop the mountain of debris, searching for survivors, but she knew her place. She knew her weaknesses.
