She was always terrible at lying because everything is shown perfectly in her eyes. And it didn't help at all with the way she clutched all of her fingers together, and how she held her breath a little bit, perhaps tried to keep her tears from pouring.
She looked like glass. Maybe that's the closest thing I can describe her. She might appear strong, clear as crystal with nothing to hide. But then, she was also as fragile, with secrets buried deep in the reflection of whoever tries to stare at her.
And just as I thought, she shattered into a million pieces. Rain fell from the corner of those two beautiful brown eyes I've always found myself lost at. Her shoulders that always looked as tough as steel, shivered. Her breath usually went like a steady tempo, not this time.
My hand reached out to her shoulder. But before this skin even touched it, I stopped. I let my hand hanging in the air because the view in front of me caught me completely off guard. I knew she was a glass whom at some point might crumble, but I guess I was never truly ready to see it happening right in front of me. The thought of something hurt her so badly she couldn't even hold it anymore tore me apart.
I didn't know what exactly it was, maybe the universe, or maybe some cosmic energy surrounding us, or maybe all the nerves in my body trying to interfere, or maybe because she looked as if she was going to shatter even more if I hadn't. Still, I had no idea what caused me to pulled her into my arms and held all of her broken pieces together.
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