I am unsure I want to see myself as I talk right now, because I am sure my sobby face, filled with tears is not the prettiest right now. But Azriel listens, and he looks at me as if he had seen God himself and he is rarely pulling his attention away from me, only to pour me another cup of tea as I spill all my troubles in his arms.
He seems to gladly accept the role of my emotional dump right now. He sits in front of me and he is not shying away from my tears and the snot filled tissues that overflow on the floor at this point.
But as my eyes grow heavy and my words slur, he reaches out and wipes off the last few tears that roll like stray thoughts down my cheeks.
"You've been through a lot, have you not, my sweetheart ?" he speaks and he pushes himself up with such ease I am not sur
