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"It'll be okay."
He doesn't know why you're crying, and, if you're going to be honest with yourself, neither do you. But the second the first tear falls his arms are around you, comforting words at his lips.
His touch shatters a dam inside you. The instant you feel him that one tear becomes two, two become a dozen, then a dozen more. Even if the crying had had a reason, you would have forgotten it now; you forget everything in that moment. All that exists is the endless flood, and the warmth surrounding you.
You don't know how long you've stayed like that; eventually the unexplained hysteria stops, but you keep your face buried in his chest for a long while, calming your breathing and enjoying his scent.
When you finally pull away, you apologize to him for soaking his shirt and for the situation in general. You confess that you can be emotional and you don't always have an explanation for it, and you thank him repeatedly for being there for you.
"You don't need an apology, or a reason." His fingers ruffle your hair. "And I will always be here for you."
He fetches a box of tissues for you to blow your nose and dry your eyes, and you spend the rest of the day marveling at how your life could be so much more than just bearable with him.
He doesn't know why you're crying, and, if you're going to be honest with yourself, neither do you. But the second the first tear falls his arms are around you, comforting words at his lips.
His touch shatters a dam inside you. The instant you feel him that one tear becomes two, two become a dozen, then a dozen more. Even if the crying had had a reason, you would have forgotten it now; you forget everything in that moment. All that exists is the endless flood, and the warmth surrounding you.
You don't know how long you've stayed like that; eventually the unexplained hysteria stops, but you keep your face buried in his chest for a long while, calming your breathing and enjoying his scent.
When you finally pull away, you apologize to him for soaking his shirt and for the situation in general. You confess that you can be emotional and you don't always have an explanation for it, and you thank him repeatedly for being there for you.
"You don't need an apology, or a reason." His fingers ruffle your hair. "And I will always be here for you."
He fetches a box of tissues for you to blow your nose and dry your eyes, and you spend the rest of the day marveling at how your life could be so much more than just bearable with him.
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