I know that she doesn't like my touch but still I tried to calm her so that she can relax in my presence but that apparently seemed impossible.
She put her head on my shoulder as she continued to weep.
"T-that wasn't m-my dream." She stuttered as she held my shirt. Soaking my shoulder with her tears.
"I should be happy about it but I wasn't." She whispered again.
Being curious I asked, "What was it about?" She shivered when I asked. She doesn't want to tell.
She looked at me hesitantly and I moved my hand from her hairs to her tears as I wiped them. She looked down and said,
"You'll be angry." Her voice sounded scared as usual. Being irritated that she is not speaking about it, I still remained patient and said again,
"Tell me, I won't be angry." She wiped her last tear as she tried
