A slightly broken heart was healed,
after seeing the look on it's face.
The face asked, "Are you alright?"
I sighed and looked at it with adoringly, painful, eyes.
"Why do you care?"
To my surprise, the look turned into a pained expression, it reeked of..
Sympathy.
"I am sorry."
But the face does not know the story.
The face does not know my feelings.
The face is not in my shoes.
Yet why are tears forming in my eyes?
The expression, it did not meant sympathy.
It meant reassurance.
The face turned back, and for once.
I held out my hand.
"Don't go."
