She rested her head on his shoulder, lifting up her hand to comb through his hair. Slowly, keeping quiet so he could let out the tears. Let out the anger and the grief. She closed her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat.

"It's ... hard. To become yourself when you've wrapped so much of your life in one person. When you put all this love, and time, and effort to keep them safe. Keep them alive. And it's okay - because they are so special. So beautiful and you love them more than you could even love yourself." She opened her eyes, looking at his tear-stained face. "So you have to know ... you have to know, that love that strong can never be one-sided. Know there is always going to be a place, where you can be together."

She lifted her hand, brushing the wetness away from his face. "Then they're never really gone, and you can breath again."