It's Not That He Was Going Nowhere,

One Can Bear Anything. The Pain We Cannot Bear Will Kill Us Outright.

We Strive For Beauty And Balance, The Sensual Over The Sentimental.

She Was Not Used To Being Cruel, But He Had Taught Her How.

I Wondered Where He Was Now Whether I Would Ever Hear Him Again. Whether Someone Would Love Him, Someday Show Him What Beauty Mean't.

In A Train...smash. In His Arm Her Last...breath.' He Had Loved Her. But He Hated Himself More. Such Suffering, So Much Pain. And He Thought It Made Him Hateful. As If Suffering Was Shameful, Disgusting, As If Pain Were A Crime. Who Can Judge Another Man's Suffering?