When She Cried

When she cried, it tortured him more than it did her. With every tear that slid down her soft, frightened face, a sliver of his soul detached and fell to the floor. Left his body that embraced hers. Like a cage. Tighter. Tighter. Broken shards of himself, falling to the cold floor. When the tears stopped, she looked down at him who had encased her in walls of his own being. His lifeless face. She cried again. For him. But there was none of him left to fall.


It kills me when you cry.

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