I looked into her pastel blue eyes as they drowned in her tears. Her eyes drifted away from our contact. She blinked, and a dry stream of tears intermixed with her freckles.
I wanted to wipe them away, but I couldn’t move. I just watched in silence as they slid down, one by one, descending off her jawline.
The frosted air shook me, and the only audible noise was the whimpers closed behind her lips. Her passionate, reflective eyes contracted when she looked at me.
I knew she needed me to tell her that she was going to be okay. I couldn’t say that. I knew the pain inside her was closing in, but I couldn’t lie to her. Nothing will ever be okay.