I remember the words that I said to her on that day.
Never let them see that they get to you.
I remember the day that I first told myself those words.
The Junior Ranger Scouts.
The muzzle.
The shame.
The tears.
Never let them see that they get to you.
It was a self-defense mechanism, even I knew that.
If I could just pretend that I wasn't hurt, maybe I wouldn't be.
Life isn't always that simple.
But I could pretend that it was.
Then I met her. I told her everything.
We've been partners on the ZPD for twenty years this Friday.
I love her. I can't tell her though.
I can't let her see that she got to me.