Smoke // M.C.

As I began to sob, Michael spun me around and held my face in his hands. I tried to hold back the tears. I had promised myself I wouldn't cry. At least not in front of everyone. Especially not in front of Michael.
He kissed my forehead and held me tightly as he comforted me. I held back tears and stared blankly ahead at room of people.
Michael rubbed my back and hummed softly.
"I'm okay." I said after a while. Michael took my face in his hands once more and stared into my eyes. The worried look on his face told me he knew I was lying. I wasn't okay. But I didn't want Michael to know that.
I studied the ground. Avoiding eye contact with him. He could see through me. He could read me like a book. Just as always.