All of the things you say

He looked at her. His rough, grease stained hand reached to stroke her smooth round face.



"I love you and I need you to trust me."



Those cold, brown eyes told the stories that words failed. Telling the secrets of a tormented man.

She breathed for him. She held it together when he could not. Slick, salty trails begun to creep down his chisled face. Over the physical and emotional scars another had left behind. His face was the map of his world. A Marine. The cold, harsh world all completely visible to her.

She tried to patch the wall, but it was too late for that now...