The Sentinels i can't think of any cool witty titles i'm sorry [M]

everything hurt and everything sucked. the minute he drew away, he wanted to go back, to take her in his arms and never let go, but he knew that would only hurt both of them. he grasped a quavering breath, facing her lovely, tearstained face with his own eyes that brimmed, threatening to overflow. "anything," he croaked in a very unseemly voice. if he wasn't free to give her all of his heart, then he could at least answer her questions. 


why did this cut so much? it had been one night, one platonic night where they shared whatever fears lingered, and curled together as close friends might. they were friends -- not lovers. but that didn't explain why they both were crying. it didn't explain the confusion, or the hurt, or the anger. it didn't tell him why tears continued to run down her lovely pale cheeks and why his throat was almost painfully filled with a lump of grief.

he watched her silently, waiting for whatever she would ask.