I reached over to grab her hand.
It was almost too easy.
"Everything will be okay," I softly spoke.
Her watery eyes glistened
as she gave a small nod.
Her youthful soul was no
match for my tricks.
"You know," I gripped her
hand a little tighter,
"you are so beautiful."
A small smile broke loose
from her tear stained face.
I could almost see the hope
start to form from behind her
stare, but I knew it would only
last for a few days. They all
crumbled sooner or later.
I slid a napkin and a pen over to
her with my free hand.
She hesitantly started writing numbers.
Little did she know that a number was all that she was to me.
