Short.

Tonight, I cried for someone I've never met, whose real name I didn't even know, who may have died. I hope she didn't, but I still cried for her. Quickly, tumultuously, hopelessly. I didn't know such tears were in me. I raised an eyebrow at the people who grieved for those who'd died on the battlefield, the multitudes of civilians and soldiers alike. And here I was, crying for one person, but so special, Rin, beautiful artist, fantastic person, from the little I knew of her. Why wasn't someone by her side, helping her?

Why are we all so alone sometimes? And it is when we're alone that the scary thoughts threaten to overwhelm us.

Life is so fragile. And maybe I understand the grief for those faceless people more, now. When you consider they were all individuals, lost, mourned, missed.

Tonight, before the crying, I also smiled for someone I've never met, whose full real name I may not know (yet), but whom I know I want to see every day. Not just once, but several times. I never knew such feelings were in me.