She tries to blink away the tears before I can see them, but I know her far too well to be fooled: she is sad. Heartbroken, in fact.
I throw my arms wide open, and she laughs softly at the gesture. "You want to hug this blubbering mess?", she asks me, between sobs that now have truly broken free of her restraints.
"I always want to hug this mess, blubbering or not," I reply in jest.
As she leans into the hug, I wrap my arms around her gently. When you can't keep your own broken heart together, a friend's arms just might do the trick.
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
