They lost. She missed the basket. Now she's crying and I can't help. I so badly want to. I want to embrace her and hold her while she cries. I can't. I must be quiet and watch. I have to watch her in pain. The pain kills me too. I want to tell her it's ok. Say she's fine. But we're not fine. She's loyal, she'll take the blame. She's hard on herself, she shouldn't be. I want to tell her but I'm stuck to myself. She's so close, yet so far. I have no way of helping, no way to comfort. I must watch the pain of losing.
