The first few hours after being shoved into the back of the police car passed in a haze of worry, praying that Shina was somehow safe at home and locked away from danger but knowing there was a good chance that she was someplace crying and vulnerable. I didn't even feel the tears that burned a hot path down my face.

Please, please let her be safe. Where ever she is, please keep her safe.

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I would have smiled at the frustration the officers were feeling at my refusal to talk, if I hadn't been so filled with longing and concern for my poor lost Shina. How was I supposed to protect her if they locked me away from her? Why couldn't they seem to understand that she needed me?

Didn't they know how much danger she was in without me there to keep the garbage away from her? What if one of them tried to dirty her while I was in here? The thought was enough to send me into a panic, the cops grabbing me and pushing me to the ground as I struggled to get outside and back to my beloved Shina.

She needs me!

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Hours passed as I paced my cell, grabbing the bars every so often as I shouted for someone to let me see my Shina. Didn't they care that she could be lost somewhere? That she might be hurt?! They needed to bring her to me! She needed me!

And I needed her just as much...

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I barely managed to choke down the food they offered me each day, only thinking about keeping my strength up so that I could protect my Shina when I saw her again. I knew I would see her again soon, I had to. She needed me to protect her after all.

Besides, it's not like they could prove I had done any of the stuff they told me about. I'd left no evidence, no clues that it might have been me. They would have to let me out sooner or later. And then I would find my Shina again and never let anyone separate us again.

I laid down on the flimsy mattress provided in the cell, closing my eyes to see Shina's face burned into my mind as the tears rolled down her face.

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Time began to blur as memories of my time with Shina ran through my head in an endless loop. Our time together in the library at school as we studied together, sharing smiles and getting to know each other. The kisses we shared in our new home as we grew closer to each other.

The hungry kisses we shared after the movie, barely able to hold myself back as her hands had roamed my body. The night of the festival, walking hand in hand along the banks of the river, waking up next to her after making love for the first time.

The happiness and warmth that had flooded my heart as I knelt before her in the mountains, slipping the ring on her finger with the gentle sound of water falling in the background. And the love we shared every day since, until we were torn away from each other.

I lay awake at night, unable to sleep without Shina's warmth beside me.

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I had no idea how long it had been since I had seen my precious doll, my sweet Shina. All I could think about was her; wondering, hoping, praying that she was still safe while she waited for me. I knew she would wait for me, she loved me even if I was locked away from her. She did love me, right?

My eyes stung as I begged whoever was listening to bring my Shina to me before she forgot about me, choking on the sobs that tore from my throat.