Silence fell as you ashamedly cast your mind back to that night, the crushing fear as you heard the roll call but much worse the irrepressible self-hatred as you sat outside ten minutes later. It was a cold winter's evening and a thin, crisp, white layer of frost lay upon the grass. It was this frost that you heard snapping as she approached, garbed in a thick green trench coat, pulled up high around her neck for warmth and steel-capped walking boots to prevent the pervasive cold from freezing her toes.

 She said some words of comfort, it's far too long ago now to remember details like words but you can still remember the way that she looked at you, with those clear green eyes full of sorrow and kindness. The way she brushed her light blonde hair behind her ear whenever she laughed and how crystal clear that laugh was; an unwavering note of joy and beauty. You thought of kissing her, of holding her body tight and never, ever letting go. You didn't though. You never did.

And as the scene faded to black, the last thing you saw was her clear green eyes, so full of sorrow and kindness as well as unfathomable love. And you did love those eyes, and that was what made you human.