There she was, four months old, cradled in his arms. Their silhouette cast upon the wall, illuminated by the fires of a world at war, was bittersweet; there was no place for this child on this planet. He could save her, cast her away to somewhere where she might live, but with no guarantee it would be a good life. Or, he could be merciful; leave her to die, to never have to know the cruelness of the universe. But he had already ended so many lives, too many, and could not bring himself to watch her die. Either way, with the never-ending vastness of space, he would never see her again.
He grabbed a select few items and tucked them into her swaddling, and took the bundle with him into the phone box. He looked upon his world one last time, moments before it would be forever gone. He shut the door, and let the box take him where it would; he tried not to control it. He didn't want to know where the girl would end up, for it would tempt him too much to go back for her.
The movement inside stopped, and he had reached a destination. He found himself standing on the porch of an old townhouse. Gingerly, he placed her on the dirty doormat, and stood for a moment, struggling to leave her. She looked back up at him, unaware of what was happening. The man smiled. She had her mother's eyes. He kneeled down to her and kissed her forehead, and he whispered, "You will never know me, and you don't know what I am saying to you, but that doesn't change that I said it; I love you."
A tear escaped him and landed on her cheek. He wiped it away, and gave one more week smile.
"I love you,", and he walked away, back to his box.