That was the worst truth of all: alone. The word was a kind of death.
You can like people and still betray them, if it was for a cause you believed in passionately enough. You have to betray other people rather than betray yourself--if that's what it comes to.
Sometimes when we are drowning in our own loss we lash out--anger is momentarily easier to cope with.
Fear does different things to people. Some run away. Some go forward to meet it before it's there.
How quickly a moment sinks into the past.