“It’s okay to cry,” he mumbles, almost like a whisper. It sounds more soothing to my ear when he gives my shoulder reassuring pats.

“W-why..?” My voice is unclear and choked beneath the floods of tears. “C-crying.. is for the weak.”

“Everyone cries. Your parents cry when you get sick. I cry when someone punches me in the face.” He trails off to laugh, a handsome smile showing on his face. I choke a sob at the overwhelming sight. “So, it’s okay to cry. You’ve been strong, I’m positive. Everyone has ty days in their lives. We are all imperfect human beings and that’s what makes us, us.”

Author's note: Remember me?