"The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility." ~ Paulo Coelho
Alexei Voronin.
Her cold fingers wrapped around my wrist as I fiddled with the buttons of the jacket. She seemed drowsy, lulling between a state of consciousness and sleep. Her eyes shone with a different kind of weakness. I had seen her scars, and her worries had been bared out to me on full display.
"Little Lisa, just close your eyes," I urged, my voice a low murmur, the usual bite of sarcasm absent. It felt strange to speak so gently, but something about her vulnerability in that moment compelled me. I wasn't used to this—wasn't used to caring—yet here I was, standing at her feet, her eyes fluttering as she stared down at me.
