I look at the list of names, desperately trying to find my own name. The first time I read over it, nothing. The second time, nothing. The third time, nothing. I am going to read it again when a hand touch my shoulder tentatively. I glance at the owner of said hands, and tears build up in my eyes when he shakes his head slowly. His eyes is mirroring my own despair, but he leans closer to me and whispered, “It’s okay. It will be alright.”
It is not okay. It won’t be alright. I fail, and it is the truth. Nothing is going to change that. But I look at him, and put my head on his chest, then breathes out, “Yeah.”
Because he is here with me, and I trust him.