“How do you do that, Winter?” he asked, pushing her red hair out of her face. “How do you remain so spirited in a world that has wanted to rob you out of it? How do you fight for others when no one has ever fought for you? How are you so understanding of others when no one has been understanding of you?” “I have, I think. I’ve laughed for me, fought for me, thought of me. I think,” she added, giving him a quivering smile. “You said that it is enough.” “It is. But I pity the world that holds you and doesn’t see you.”
