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I'm even more confused about why I am crying right now. I wasn't expecting Sierra to embrace me, but I felt my hands slowly embracing her back. "I want you to know that it's fine with me if you cry in front of me. Crying is not a sign of weakness; it is a means to express your emotions. It just means that you are strong enough to let go of your joy or despair in the form of tears."

I take another drink. But he doesn't budge. "Even if Wes is an asshole, you're still allowed to cry." "But I don't want to cry," I say. "I've felt like I was going to throw up all day, sure, but I don't feel like I need to cry." Is that bad? Or just weird? It's the absolute truth - I'm definitely not holding back tears. I don't even have that achy feeling you get in your throat or behind your eye sockets that means that the waterworks are on their way. I just feel...like I just ate an entire tub of month-old tuna salad from a gas station.

And worse, I was crying in the presence of someone I was trying to convince myself worthy of. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. It is okay for a man to cry. There's nothing wrong with showing emotions. It also can help me to better understand. I am not exactly known for following social norms, Mav.," I heard her whisper from behind me, though she didn't make a single move toward me. It was enough for me to stop fighting my own emotions and just let myself purge this overwhelming sorrow from my soul. I let the tears flow as I continued to describe how Baba told me Mama wasn't my "real" mother and how I would never be his son.

I saw a conflict in her eyes, as if she knew exact how I was feeling and what I was mentally going through. "There are a lot of people who will want to prey on your tears. Tears will only make you look weak. Don't give in to them no matter how tempting it is to just let go and cry your eyes out. Cry all you want when you're alone. You can cry when you're behind the comforts of a closed door. I guess... You can cry in front of me too, since I'm your master." The last sentence felt so awkward that it brought a small smile to my lips.

"You mean you're crying?" "Yes. If that's what you want to call it." "Pretty sure that's what it's called, sweetheart." She sniffled. "I don't like it. I want it to stop." "It's okay to cry." "Do you cry?" she asked, surprised. "No. I can't even remember the last time I cried."

“But I do not feel whole. I feel… wrong. Like something inside me is cracked.” Mom leans closer. “Cracked does not mean ruined.” The tenderness of that sentence shatters me. My eyes burn, and I bite the inside of my cheek hard to stop tears. Mom touches my arm. “Sweetheart… you can cry.” I shake my head. “If I start, I do not know if I will stop.”

"If you loved him, then you must be heartbroken, so it's okay to cry." "Are you suggesting I cry over someone like him?" Elara asked, shaking her head. "How can I?" "You are not crying for him; you are crying because it is a way for you to relieve stress so you can get over it quicker." "What are you trying to say?" "It's okay to cry."

“Are you taken to them?” “I’m not sure what that means, but I love them. So so much. I can’t believe you did this.” I blubber, tears streaming down my cheeks like I’ve suddenly lost my mind. Oh, the terror. I’m cringing so hard on the inside it hurts, but I can’t stop the darned rivulets on the outside.

I know he can't see my tears flowing from my eyes now so I let it all fall down. Rain, thank you for being my disguise for now.

An endless leaking faucet of grief. I don't say anything. I just rub her back and watch her left it all out, it's much easier than holding it in. Tears is not a sign of weakness, it just shows we're human. By the time she pulls her head up, her sobbing has dulls to sniffling. She runs a hand through her hair. “I know I cry ugly, I can't let Liam see that,” I roll my eyes. “Don't start.” I say, shaking my head. She smiles and it's like a ray of sunshine. “You'll get over it.” I add and I believe it.