I saw you cry.
It wasn't on purpose, I swear.
I was walking down the shelves in the library when I heard a soft snivel.
I followed the noise. My legs going on its own while my brain stood blank,
Not comprehending what I was doing.
I took a tiny peek and there you were,
Crying softly.
It hurt.
Oh how it hurt to hear your soft cries.
Seeing you cry was painful to my heart so I left.
I left without doing anything.
I regret it
