I don't get why people have to steal. Especially when they want to steal the one you love the most... and actually do it. She stole her. Right out of my hands. Took her from my very existence... and now I can't find her. She could be dead. Gone. No longer alive. And here I am. Sitting on a rock staring hopelessly into the water. What kind of protector am I? But I won't give up though. I will find her. Somehow. Even if that means losing my own life. I promise, Mia. I'm coming.