It burst open, and all of her uncried tears from the previous few weeks streamed down her cheeks.
He was deafeningly quiet. He just drew her closer to him, silencing her tears with his chest, and waited for her to ride out the storm.
When she eventually came to a halt, he raised her chin and offered her his t-shirt to wipe her face. She felt as though she had crossed an invisible border beyond which she could not return. So when she handed him back the t-shirt, he asked again, Allixon, what are you doing here? She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Then she pressed her lips to his ear, her voice as light as a feather.
His hand down to her chin for a moment then released her.
She swallowed. "I know. I didn't mean -"
"What we had in common, Allixon, was that we were both sear
