She shook, shivering from the cold and sadness. I watched as her eyes wondered around from place to place looking at everything whilst looking nothing. She was there in front of me, but somehow she felt so far.

"I'm not going to tell you that everything will get better, and that this will blow over so fast and that everything's okay, because it's not." I said whilst looking down into her green eyes that looked glassy as she held back tears she was reluctant to let go. I looked down at her wishing that I was lying with a strong belief in that everything will get better, just so I could put a smile on her face. "What I will tell you though," I said finding my breath as the tips of my fingertips reached for her and settling down onto her cheeks. I softly traced over her features softly and delicately as if I were guiding myself through the petals of a rose. "Is that you should kiss me," I continued, brushing a strand of hair out of her face pushing it behind her ear. "And that it's okay to cry sometimes," I trailed down to her neck, holding my breath now. "Even in front of me," I forced a reassuring smile. "Because I won't judge you on being strong for so long."

She slowly looked at me as if realising that I was there, my reassuring smile faltered as I looked at her properly, even with her tear streaked face she still looked beautiful and I nodded slowly to myself, to her, with a smile rebuilding itself back onto my face. I'm here. I'm here for you.

She was the one to pull me closer to her, with a sudden thirst or hunger. Her lips found mine, and she pressed against me as if trying to crush the air beneath us. She kissed me hard, she kissed me rough and she kissed me long. And it was when I tasted the salt of a tear mingling in our kiss that I knew she was crying. And she softened against my touch, slowing down on the kiss before pulling away softly. I pressed my forehead against hers as she wept, knowing that it was better that I kept quiet rather than to try to comfort her. My hands stayed locked behind her neck, it was as close to hugging her I figured she would let me go.

And I whispered, gently that I almost wasn't sure if she heard me.

"I'm here."

"I know." She choked. "I know, Stiles."