when i found her, she was on the ground. I offered her my hand and she took it, i helped her stand, i dusted her off and I cleaned her wounds; when she was fully mended, she let go of my hand only to hold on tight to the one that struck her to the ground all those wounds ago. all i can think was how self destructive humanity must be so that we go back to the ones that hurt us. I can't blame her for going back, since I have done the same. as she let go of my hand to grab onto his, I fell, only there was no one there to help me up, after I stood up and dusted myself off, only to find myself as her crutch. I help her walk when she is with him.