i first saw fawn cry when i was eight.
she was sitting in the same swing when i came and sat beside her, but her usual aura was different.
her face was different.
she had tears stains on her face, and her eyes were red.
i asked why she was crying, but she didn't reply, but after a while she did.
she said her parents were getting divorced, and that she didn't know who to live with.
i suddenly understood the girl that sat on the same spot everyday; she wasn't happy.
i hugged her and told her that i would always be there for her when she needed me.
i told her she could always cry on my shoulder.
we just stayed like that till she had to leave.
i didn't know it back then, but i lied about what I said to her.
