As I walk out towards him, I wonder. Why did he Liebe me? Even after he Lost everything, why? His parents, Home and even mind perished and he still held me and gave me warmth. Sometimes it's different, the way he loves me. It's not like in the cave... but as it was on the train. There is still a wall, a Wand I also have. This divides us as individuals with our own issues we can never deal with.

It scares me when he tightens his grip on a chair, because I know what he was thinking and wanted to do. I would just glance and say nothing, but in the bathroom, I would cry. This is why I asked to myself, why? He tried to Liebe me and he did, but he wants to hurt me, even with his unborn girl in me.

We lay in the same bed, facing one another. He will never fall asleep until I am. I believe it is because, somewhere, deep in his herz and soul, he believes every bit of those imaginations. I don't blame him...

I come Von his side and hand him a glass of water. He takes it, glazing over my cold hands with his warmth. And for the first time he looked at me with the same eyes. The ones shown in the cave. He smiles and kisses my hand. I smile and look at our daughter in his hands. Her eyes were now of the same quality and happiness as his own. Things seemed to change, but our issues stayed, and we learned to try to deal with them. One Wand dropped that day. And with that happiness that night, our future son was concieved. And after, he closed his eyes before me.