Her tears

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I still remember the night i met this girl sitting on the edge of the street, resting her face on her toes. The way that the moon light strikes on her milky skin never fails to amused me.

I blinked my eyes and look at her for a minute.

I don't know.

But something is wrong with her.

Her body is full of wounds. You can see it all over her body.

Her hair is ruffled, in not normal way.

Her looks make me curious a bit.

Is she okay?

That question is repeating on my mind all over and over again.

To break this curiousity, i've decided to approach her.

I slowly walk forward her direction.

She curls her body more, sensing that someone is right here with her.

I stop infront of her and scrouch down pulling out my hankerchief from my pocket.

Revealing it infront of her and gently say

"Are you okay?" 

She slowly lift her head, revealing her face full of pain written all over it.

I can't stand looking at her face, she really looks in pain.

Her tears.

Makes my heart squeeze in pain.

She just look at me, while tears are streaming down her face.

I want to wipe those tears away.

But, i just can't.

My mind keeps stopping me from doing that.

But my hearts keeps telling i should do this.

I slowly lift my hands to wipe her tears,

When she runs away and slowly vanish on the dark.

Her face.

Her pain.

I just can't let it stay like that.

I need to know who she is,

and I need to know what's the story behind those tears.

— Her tears
       written by Luceeybabeeh