Silence
They sat in silence. A silence that would make anyone uncomfortable. But this was a silence only they know how to communicate in. She stayed looking at her sneakers and followed the sidewalk cracks until she couldn't keep up with them anymore. Her eyes then drifted to a pair of shoes she has seen before. And followed them to find the face, a face so familiar it was hard not to look back down. He said something she could not catch quick enough. So she started to follow the cracks in the sidewalk again. She felt his eyes burning holes into her, her eyes began to well up with tears. She began to look away, only he cupped her face with his hands and to where she could see him. She was looking straight into his eyes. He held her for a bit and then let go. They kept their position. No words just silence. His eyes look so tired, as if he hasn't slept in days. I guess we both haven't. He wipes the patch just beneath his eyes. Was he crying she questioned. She attempts to speak, but chokes and no words leave her mouth.
Finally he spoke, four words the words she could never answer when asked.
"What's wrong my dear ?", He asked simply.
"I don't . . . know. I can't . . . I just . . . I'm not really sure anymore." She choked out in a hesitant voice.
He cupped her face again, to have her look directly into his eyes.
He spoke in an almost whisper, "Well can you try to explain. So I can try to help you at least try. Please for me." This time it was inevitable for he not to look straight into to his eyes. What would she do now?