He smokes some more and I know how much hes aching for that trail of white. Hes always aching and hes too strong to admit. Hes trying so hard and it kills me. Hes always tried for me.Hes crying now. Brave front forgotten, my boy is crying into his hands. Hes pathetic, scrunched into the snow, all battered and disappearing but I love him more."Please dont leave me." ForewordI was inspired to write this story through tiny events that have occured and are occuring in my life. Theyre tiny but they mean the world to me.