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My heart was twitching seeing her tears, badly wanting to wipe them but the question is: Do I have a right to wipe off her tears? .

"I'm sorry that I haven't been the best of a leader to you all." I sniffed before each words, before controlling myself to try and limit the tears from coming down my eyes. But as I tried more and more from stopping those eyes from watering further, the pool of tears proved to be stronger than all the power left in me. I couldn't control myself, as the pain weakened all the nerves in my body, leaving crying as the only option left to do. "I tried so much, but she's not here. I miss her so so much."

Kael muttered. I sniffled again, staring at my hand as I felt a liquid drop on it. I didn't realize I was crying. I laughed, hiccuping. “I'm not crying. I'm just trying to get rid of something in my eyes.” I began to rub my eyes. Kael sighed, leaning back on the wall. “It's okay to express your emotions. But not for my situation, it can't be helped.” “It can be!” I shouted, unable to hold back the tears any longer. They rolled down my cheeks, my heart squeezing tight in pain. My shoulders shook, and I hiccuped twice as I sobbed.

Mom… I shout and shout but I can't hear my voice. And so, I feel a warm liquid touching the skin aroun my eyes. Damn, am I crying?

She wasn't here. "It's okay to be mad at yourself," Craig went on. "Your transgressions are great. It's okay to cry. Men have feelings too. You can mourn the loss of your friend and Guardian by crying. It's better when you do. Crying helps to ease the pressure, so cry. I'll turn away if you don't want to do it in front of me. But, don't keep in the pain anymore." It was not so easy. I wished the tears would come.

My back slides down the wall and my eyes fill with tears as my emotions get the better of me. “Fuck…” I sob, burying my face in my hands.

Tears sting my eyes, hot as they stream down my cheeks while I push toward the exit. I need air. Space. Anything but this.

When he finally said something, it was, "so, you've really not cried since you were six?" I simply shrugged in reply. "That's not right, Stephanie." "And why is that?" I asked between chuckles. "Because crying is a key way in expressing one's emotions. You feel something; something emotional - sad, happy, or bittersweet, and it moves you to tears. Not like you should cry every day or every week, but there are those moments that come once in a while."

Her tears rose in the form of sad sobs. It’s just a photo, for God's sake. “Mama, what should I do?”