Her Return, His Regret
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.