ANNE

my life 41

His face was stained pitifully with tears, well,as long it's not blood then I'm fine with that.
I tried to restrain the sudden urge to touch him, to wipe those tears away,but I dared not,fearing what could happen.
Well,as far as I know,I'll have a fit of screams and I'll be pulled back from my trance,back to reality.
Where I belonged and he didnt. He was too angelic to be true. To even exist in my trance could an another dream.
He tried his best to quiet himself,but his deep breaths weren't helping him at all.
Again,the desire to touch his face was overpowering,and before I knew I had put my hand on his shoulder.
He jerked away,a strangled gasp leaving his lips,he slowly sank down to the floor and started to pull at his hair in frustration.
I remembered this scenario, when I tried to kill myself because of Leah....
Not a fond memory, Anne. Don't bring it back!
It was no use,as tears had started to stream down to my face,slowly getting mixed with his tears.
"Why are you crying?" He asked,in between his sobs.
I must say,the sight had a very strong effect,excluding the Leah part.
I didnt say a word, I just sat down next to him. He shamefully tried to bury his face into his hands,but I had already latched his free hand into mine.
His crying stopped,we just quietly stared at the painfully white ceiling, not worried about how long I'll be there with him.
But, I wanted to be with him,I had my wish fulfilled. I might as well be in a coma or worse, I might be dead.
The fact of getting tears mixed is not nice I'll agree with y'all.
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