up the remnants of blood as his gaze lifted to mine. “It’s okay to break sometimes,” he said. “You’re allowed to be vulnerable, scared. You don’t have to fight it.” I covered his hand with my trembling fingers. “I’ve spent my whole life being weak.” “It’s not weakness. It’s a strength of its own. Facing your fears, embracing your emotions—it doesn't make you weak; it makes you human.”
