Today, exactly 2 hours ago I got to know how fragile the one could be.

I went out just to wait until he arrives. And there he was.

I looked at him and kissed...

He turned so sad. His eyes fighting with tears gradually flowing. And his forces to smile...the first time I've ever seen him like this.

He knew that I'll ask... Told me... These words were the least expected to hear.

I couldn't believe that this strong woman could ever get so ill.

But...

It might be worse... the time running out, you've got only few fuckin' minutes which decide about your small, tiny as hell, short, shitty life.

But there it was. LUCK. And being on time. Nothing more happened, it's ok.

He was trying to talk about something else. I was so delighted that he can think of low-weight cases in such situation.

The way that he was forcing himself to laugh. But his eyes showing waves of fear.

I only wanted to hold his hand. He grabbed it and pulled me on his side and hid his head in my arms like... just like little wolf-cub.

I held his beautiful gold hair...the only thing I could do to make him feeling better.

But it succeded :) 

After hour he went back home...ensured that everything's allright and nothing worse will happen ;)

My Wolf... :*