There he was, on the ground, holding you with tears running down his face. He tried to protect you, he really did, but he failed. You were gone. The love of his life, his reason for being, his source of happiness, was gone. Crying was a new experience, one that he hated. He hated the way he felt weak, the way he wasn't strong enough to protect you. Little did he know, you were alive. He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't even realize you were breathing, looking up at him weakly.