Kizumi slowly stands, trying to keep her steady balance, which seems to be failing, she looked over at Kaito and the girl, her stomach, brain, and heart, and soul all feeling mixed emotions and actions. She wanted to go crazy. In other words, just, let something else other then her
in control. "K-Kaito.." She says, with a sudden stutter in her voice, then began to walk toward him. "G-God.." She mumbles, holding her stomach, her hand lightly gripping on her shirt, as her nails almost sink into her flesh through her ripped clothing.
Strength is not only surviving, but admitting your mistakes, realizing your weaknesses, acknowldging your accomplishments and taking action.