I tried to kiss them, to make it better.

It wasn’t the rain. I don’t think.
At least it wasn’t only the rain that caught on your jaw.
Trailing in small trickles down your neck.
No. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the rain.
Because I was holding a coat over the two of us.
I can’t really remember the details.
All I know is that your tears followed specific paths,
down your cheeks,
to your jaw line,
across your neck,
before finally coming to a rest, soaking into your shirt.

And those tears damn near killed me.


Via - Points North by Ryan Avery