She looks up at me, her usually sparkling eyes hazy and filled with tears.
No, no, no. Not tears.
Every time I see her cry, I can feel my heart shatter.
I step closer and stare back, hoping my own eyes don't betray me.
Gingerly, I raise my hand to her face and wipe away a tear sliding silently down her cheek.
Why can't I do more to erase her pain?
I wrap my arms around her, afraid to ever let go.
She begins to sob and I shut my eyes, knowing I have to hold back my own tears.