Inspired by crycry's work on DeviantART; TMNT- Hugging
I do not own the un-named mutant or male personage here. The female individual can be anyone who has ever been able to relate.
He held her tight, rubbing her back as the tears slowed and the sobs settled into hiccups. They had been like this for several minutes, maybe as much as an hour, but he never loosened his grip and he would never complain.
It had happened before. The time her teacher had been so callus. The time that scumbag of an ex-boyfriend had cheated on her. When her grandmother had died. Her brother's broken promises. She came to him, he held her, she cried. Today it wasn't anything specific. Life had been getting her down and she just needed a friend, so he was here. His arms were strong and protective, warm and friendly.
Eventually the tears dried and her breathing returned to normal. For several minutes she just stayed in his arms, stayed protected. His hand shifted from her back to her hair, smoothing down the loosened strands of hair and gently putting back into place the last of her nerves.
Finally she managed to collect herself and pulled away. They exchanged smiles -a silent thanks, a silent welcome- before she stood and started slowly away, turning back once or twice to look back at him and wishing she didn't have to leave.
But she did. She had only come to him for a moment's comfort when no one else had been around and her pride kept her from seeking them out. She had to go now, to return to the daily routine that had driven her into his arms this time, and would send her there again.
He never turned her down, he never would.
But for now, she had to go.
Back to her home.
Back to school.
Back to work.
Back to reality.
She did not want to go, but she had to.
Because as much as she wished it.
As much as she loved him.
He simply wasn't real.