I see something beautiful, something with all the possibilities in the world. I see something precious, something worth fighting for.

but around it I see faces that hate, faces that want to destroy.

the bad faces turn into waves of smoke, surrounding that which is precious, closing in on it.

I want to help the precious face... I think that I can... I know it.
but I hesitate. why would I hesitate? Idk. ... but I do... and the evil smoke makes it's first pass....
damaging the perfect face....
I have to look away... remembering the perfect face mostly perfect... knowing that it was taken over and destroyed...
but... I hope and will it to have won.
to have done what I could not do
I will never know if that face won...
but my heart goes out to it in hope,
hope that it was stronger than I was when I was that face...
I should have helped it
but this is not my fight.
no....
it was not my fight.