Sorry for ruining your shirt

They say crying was for the weak. It makes you feel vulnerable. Well, you know what? I call it bullshit.

For the very first time in my life, I didn’t feel weak or vulnerable by crying in front of someone, instead; I felt serene, letting the pain out from within.

I don’t know how much time has passed and how long we have been standing in each other’s arm here, but that was not significant, what mattered more was all this time Sebastian was holding me, caressing my back and speaking sweet nothings in my ear while I was crying my heart’s content out and ruining his expensive shirt through my tears.

Tears? Those are damn Niagara falls or something, girl.

Hesitantly, I raised my face and looked at Sebastian. He was stari