(Only to be read after reading The Story.)
He holds out his hand, and gently,
He takes away her pen.
He wraps her up; he holds her tight,
Until she breathes again.
He wipes away her fallen tears;
He tells her she's all right.
He takes her by the shaking hand
And leads her to the light.
She breathes him in: his strength, his life
And leans on him for comfort.
He reminds her that life is long
And pain is comparatively short.
He's listened to her story.
He knows her fragile age.
He saw the breaking girl.
He dabbed tear stains off the page.
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