Emanation

PART III

Tears are pooling out of my eyes and running down my face. My head is pounding like a clock at twelve. My eyes red and puffy, my chest tight. Breathing gets harder and harder. The crying won't stop. Nothing is okay anymore.
I just need him.
He walks through the front door of the apartment, the door squeaking loudly as he closes it behind him. He has a questionable look on his face but then widens his eyes and drops his bags, running over to me. He sits on the couch next to me, putting a hand on my thigh. I try to cover my wet eyes with my hands, but he gently grabs my hands away and envelops them into his. He tilts his head to get a good look at me, worry in his eyes. I wince my head away, squinting away the excess tears and letting them fall down my face once more. He removes his hands from mine and places the back of his fingers towards my face, slowly wiping away the tears on my cheek.

"Why are you crying?" He asks calmly. "Please, let me help you."

I just look at him, but the sight of him somehow causes the pain to come back. I lose all control and fall into him. My weeping becomes uncontrollable and dismal. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly, but lovingly. My stomach is in knots, I start to choke on my own tears.

"Ssh," he softly speaks, carefully pulling me off of him to get a look at me. He raises his eyebrow at me and stares at me with his bright eyes.

"The world is horrible, there are too many bad people. I don't know if I can deal with the chaos," as I speak he listens to me heedfully, a soft look on his face. He takes my face into his hands and brings our faces close together. I can feel like his breath hitting me. His eyes close, he seems distraught. He brings his heaf back up and places a small peck on my nose. He breathes in deeply, exhaling through his nose. He opens his eyes back up and gives me a faint smile.

His smile dries up my tears and cleans away my sorrow. His presence gives me reprieve and happiness. Just think of him and he is there. He is there, and he is help. He is peace, and he is love. He is security and comfort. Even when he is gone, I imagine his arms protecting me, shielding me from the fearsome world.