This is my attempt at a slightly depressive story, and I don't think I did so well...

I'm not going to tell you the other person's identity, see if you can guess. My profile might help too...

Don't own it, which is sad, but can FanFic it, which is good.


She would wait as he cried, wait for the tears to stop and the sun to come out again, wait for him to smile and tell her it was fine and that he loved her.
Tell her that everything was going to be good.

But it wasn't. She could see that.

When he cried, she knew he didn't cry for her.
Only once, had she asked him why.
"I'm crying for those I love, for those who love me, and for those who are no longer capable of loving."
She never questioned him again. He was glad. She knew who he was crying for. He knew she wouldn't despise him for it. She knew exactly who his heart was breaking for. He knew it hurt her, every single day. She knew that he was telling the truth, and he knew she loved him.

She would wait as he cried, wait for the tears to stop and the sun to come out again, wait for him to smile and tell her it was fine and that he loved her.

But he didn't. Not really.