She's crying.
He' s holding her tight.
Really tight.
She is soaking his pyjama top with her tears
her head burried in his chest.
He doesnt seem to mind.
Holding her ever so tight.
Stroking her hair.
Kissing her forehead.
Whispering sweet nothings
into her ear.
Comforting her.
Until she's done with sobbing
and she gradually relaxes into his arms.
Resenting him
and loving him
at the same time.
Until all sensation is numbed
and all she wants to do
is fall asleep into his arms...
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