There are tears in her eyes.
It saddens you.
You want to hug her, snatch away the book she is reading, hunt down the evil author.
You tell her this. She cries even more.
Her tears were not because of the book.
Her tears were telling back a story and the book was just consoling.
You want to console her too, but you can't ever give her what those pages offer.
If only you were a character in her book, you would know the secrets behind her tears too.
