"You inspire me you breathe." She tells him, and he dies a little bit inside.
He smiles back, of course he does, he always smiles.
They take a photo before, five people standing in a row like good little toy soldiers.
Only four come back, darkness lingering in the lines on their faces.
They take a photo after as well.
It looks empty, with out the hulking figure half hidden shadows.
"It's so sad." She tells him as they look at different colours, all light and happy and blue.
"Yeah," he says back, "I hope it was quick."
Only he knows it wasn't.
She whispers his name in her sleep.
It makes him shudder.
It started like this, his name was Frank and he was eleven years old.
She was small and scared with dark eyes and dark hair and skin pale as paper.
They met on a train.