A.B. Whelan

Victor wrapped his fingers over my hand, pressing his face against my palm. __ou__e the bravest girl I__e ever met. I__ so incredibly proud of you.___ho knew that one day the word someone would use to describe me is brave. Life is very unpredictable._ I chuckled. __here are many other words I could think of to describe you but I__ not really good at flattery.

See? Instead of thinking of a way to help my people, all I can think of is the smell of your hair and that small dimple on your cheek when you smile._ (Victor)

I don__ know who those other people are and what they did to you, but I__ not one of them,_ I whispered, on the verge of tears. (Molly)__ou are. You just don__ know yet._ (Victor)

Oh, God _ you__e so beautiful,_ I said in a weak voice, my head enchanted. He smiled at me and turned to the thin, elderly lady next to him whose skin seamed with wrinkles.__he must still have a fever,_ Victor said, fighting a smile, which just made him even more breathtaking.

The look in his eyes reminded me of myself. We were both alone in a new environment, trapped by our circumstances, and we both needed to grow up much faster than planned. Who knew that once I__ have something common with a deer.

I looked at Victor, my heart swelling from the emotion. __hen I die, please do the same ceremony for me,_ I whispered, choking up. __his is the most captivating and emotional event I have ever been part of._____ afraid you__l have to ask somebody else for that because if you die before me I won__ survive it._ He kissed the tip of my nose. I gazed at him with so much love that my heart almost burst out of my chest.