7. 21. 2015 - 4. 20. 2017 ↳ congratulations on finishing your service! thank you for the monthly pictures and frequent performances; you’ve made us all very proud with your achievements.
He had stayed. And fought for me. Week after week, he’d fought for me, even when I had no reaction, even when I had barely been able to speak or bring myself to care if I lived or died or ate or starved. I couldn’t leave him to his own dark thoughts, his own guilt. He’d shouldered them alone long enough.