— I thought you had died, and I was so scared, and so sad that I never got to say goodbye. I didn't know where you were; and after all I knew I didn't have any right to demand anything from you. But... I felt so guilty and selfish, because I feel so alone in the world without you, and I don't want to lose you forever. —se liberó de su pecho el frío que le oprimía y sintió tranquilidad por primera vez desde que él había regresado. La tensión de sus brazos fue calmándose, y el abrazo que desesperadamente se aferraba a él, aunque firme aún, era menos restrictivo y más afectivo. — I know you might have to go, just please, always come back to us.