When I saw her cry solemnly, I promise to myself that I’m not going to be as weak as her. I’ll be as cold as the ice if that’s the only way to protect. Now, even though I’m tough like I wanted to be, as cold as I wished to be, I’m not different from her. This weakness I detest the most. This weakness I can’t separate myself. This weakness I wished I was born without, the heart of a human. This thing they called emotion, I wished I can kill it but I have no power. It’s because, this is the worst and best gift we humans received.