Crowned In Vengeance
I was sniffling my nostrils, breathing in and out repeatedly in a manner that should have calmed my innermost storms.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Oscar called to me.
He grabbed me by the shoulder, and turned me around. He made sure I peered into his eyes just as he did into mine.
His voice was soft, soothing, and comforting. There was a way he spoke that made me feel so... secure and safe.
"Don't cry," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.
The tears were already trickling down my cheeks, and as fast as a lightning bolt, he used his thumb and wiped off the tears.