After The Chain

"You're crying again..." I heard a cold voice from behind me, and even though I didn't turn around, I immediately knew who it was. I cleared my throat several times in a row because I knew that if I spoke, I would probably stutter again.

But before I could look back, he had already walked up to me. I just lifted my gaze, using my blank facial expression.

"Don't you ever get tired of crying?" I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again at his question.
"Why can't I get tired of crying?" I asked myself, but only in my thoughts.

I hardly drank any water anymore, but for some reason, the tears in my eyes just wouldn't stop.

Then he sat down in front of me, leaning back on the couch, and he spread his arms on the backrest to relax. Meanwhile, I still couldn't find any words to say, just watching his movements.
"He won't come back to you if you stay like this."