Strings of heartbreak

Prologue

       With his arms around me  I wept onto his chest.  After a long time I felt solace and easement, feelings that I had forgotten due to circumstances. But my heart was too broken and eyes too wet to register the  warmth radiating from his body into mine. He was there holding me and rather than stopping me  or pushing me away or consoling me through commiserations ( trust me when someone's crying, they don't need your sympathy or need you to understand what they are going through cause you can't). But he just said,"Let it out", something I should've done a long time ago....
  
   I found abode in the perfect strangers arms who understood me in a way I cannot explain. That moment had a significance which was only realised after it had happened. My truculant, excruciatingly throbbing heartbeat matched with his pacifying, reahbilitating heartbeat, only then did I realise that I had sniveled and cried all over him and now his T - shirt was soaking wet. I pulled away and hesitated to catch his eye. "I didn't mean to... I am sorry..." I stammered. But before I could say anything he cuped my face and pulled me close. Our eyes met and they bore into each other. His eyes were desolate, potent and had worn itself to a shadow, like a furnace burned out but still with a potential to ignite a raging fire.
   
   I looked down and he pulled my forehead close to his with his hand on the back of my neck. He whispered ," Someday it won't hurt so much " and kissed my forehead. Just a kiss. And then he took his guitar and without another glance, walked away....