I'm so sorry, Alfonso pulled me closer, tried to draw me into an embrace, but his touch repulsed me. I ran from the dressing room with as much grace as I could muster, stifling sobs, losing composure as I staggered out into the night.
So now we rise, shunning tears, biting back trembling lips and stiflingsobs of grief... and we walk, shoulder to shoulder... to the Call of Duty, in tribute to the Fallen.