A quick ficlet-type thing I wrote for the prompt, "They had nothing to say to each other."
She stared at him for a long time before stubbornly turning away. Words stacked up on her tongue, but she bit them back and swallowed.
"So." He said finally. The sound was heavy and dead, lingering in the silence like a bad taste. "So."
Is that all you can say? She wanted to scream. So what you jackass?
But she didn't.
Tears filled her emerald eyes and the force of gravity dragged them down her cheeks. Beside her, he stirred awkwardly, his strong, able hands twitching to wipe the droplets from her thick lashes. Instead, he tucked them into his pants pockets, curled into fists.
"D'you remember…" Again his words failed in his throat, unwilling to reveal themselves.
She did remember. Long ago, perhaps even lifetimes ago, they had been friends: had laughed together, had cried together, had loved together. Now it seemed that they forgot their friendship more than they remembered it.
After a long moment, her hand fell into the crook of his elbow as she pressed her streaming eyes to his shoulder. He could feel the dampness of tears soaking through his shirt and warming his skin. Finally, drawing his trembling hands from his pockets, he pulled her closer into his chest.
For a long time, they stayed like that, simply existing as a comfort to the other. For a long time, they said nothing, for there was nothing left for them to say.