Oddly enough, I don't think I'll ever forget that night. That time in my life, where I feared for my life was also a beginning. My beginning. I don't want to forget. They way he held his head up high with an unparalleled dignity and stared at me with raging conflict in his eyes. It etched itself deep into my soul, makes me shiver to this day. He saved me and killed me in that one instance. So how is it that I exist today?
