It's a fight...
They are fighting because they are protecting... protecting people they love, places they love, memories they love. When I look at them fight, they were together. Hand-in-hand, they fight. They fight together. Together, they fight.
I felt a sudden sting to my chest.
I feel what they've been fighting for.
So different from me.
I felt jealous. Because in my fight, I... feel..
No one's there to back me up.
I have no choice but to fight.
I can't even give up.
I fight.. but I'm not trying to protect anyone. (They can protect and fight for themselves). I fight.. because I am fighting for something. A mission. A purpose. A something I never really knew, or i thought I knew.
with pain. and a heavy heart.
I fight a battle that is far from being won.
I fight a battle that I feel already lost.
Help me God...