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I sat upon the cement, feeling the cold stone slowly seep through my jeans and creeping up my spine, as a spider crawls upon it's thin legs, gentle and careful not to make the prey aware of their movement. My hands were locked about my knees, hugging them closely to my chest as the sorrowful wind blew through my hair, luring me into a land of calm, into a land of pain, and a land of depression.

I felt my eyes cloud over as the words of my companion slowly made their way into my mind, touching my spirit and grasping my soul as a hand of red iron. Her words squeezing my heart so her finger marks would be forever branded into my life. I tried to comprehend what was spilling from her mouth, her words matching the tears that fell from her eyes. She sat on her knees, leaning forward so her hands were pale snowflakes upon the black river I was resting upon.

"They found her..." And then her words failed. I blinked; it was my one response to everything she had told me, my one way of saying I was still taking in what she had explained. And now...now she allowed her head to drop forward, dry sobs escaping her throat as tears tried desperately to break forward.

"And?" I forced out, my throat becoming scratchy as I felt my eyes brim with tears. I don't know why I asked; I didn't want to know. I didn't want to know she was dead. I didn't want to hear it, because to hear it would mean it was real. I couldn't deal with it if it was real. But my companion couldn't even lift her head to look at me as she spoke.

"She's alive." She said finally, and dropped onto her elbows weeping, her face buried into her palms as those tears that couldn't come forth before suddenly burst from her eyes and stained the pavement with a sorrowful glee.

I felt the breath that I had been holding to keep my heart from exploding escape in such a rush I felt my body loose its balance. I fell down beside my friend and allowed myself to weep my soul into the earth with mirth. "She's alive." I repeated over to myself, too pleased to say anything else, or even breathe.

At that moment in my life, I needed nothing else to be content. To know my friend had survived her captivity in hell was more than I even dared ask of God.

But God came through; He came farther that I would have ever dreamed Him to for me. I shall never doubt my God again, for He is my God. My own. And I am not afraid to say that I love my God, and I shall be forever faithful to Him.