We grew our voice so it could be heard… So it could talk about everything no one thought Marianne would ever tell or confess…
"After we survive tonight… it's all up to your will, Marianne... My help can only get to this point." — Moving, so while sitting I could hold our own hands with supportive squeeze, I fondly tried to convey that it was time for her to do what her old self could not do. — "If you finally decide to do it… remember that you won't be alone... It's your truth and your choice if you want to tell it to those who love you and you love… No matter what it is you decide… I'm to be with you… always. I'll always be supporting you, sweetheart."
With the will I wasn't in charge of, our hands tightened their hold of each other, and I felt how a knot of conflict Marianne and consequently I have been holding inside slowly loosened to dissolve pleasantly.
