NYC had been sobbing and expressing her frustration for moments now. She had just had a huge fight with her best friend since forever and a relative had just passed away. It wasn't exactly her day. Vancouver had been trying his best to comfort her and tell her he'll help. He'll talk to her about it and make sure he gets to see that gorgeous smile again.
Each one of her tears and sobs were like shards of glass making small cracks in his heart and he didn't know if he could take it anymore.
"NYC? Listen, baby," Vancouver wrapped his arm around her and held on as if she could slip away as easily as her tears. She had her face buried in her hands and as soon as she looked at him, he noticed the blotchy red eyes and face.
" I'm just so frustrated. I don't know what to do." NYC sighed against him and sniffed. "People keep telling me to stay strong and ignore everyone else's buiseness."
"You know I'm here for you right? I love you, NYC. There hasn't been a moment in which I didn't. I'll love you forever, and if there's a life after this, I'll love you then."
She managed a weak smile but it faltered almost immediately. "Van, I love you too. So very much. But is this supposed to be making me feel better?" she looked up with a tired gaze.
Vancouver kissed her forhead and intertwined their hands. "You're strong. So super strong and I hope you realize that. Please stop crying, it's making me super sad. I want to see you happy and smiling again. Mourn all you want, NYC. You know I'm always going to be here for you. Whether you like it or not. I'm always going to be that shoulder you want to cry on."
NYC lowered her gaze and cleaned her wet face with the hem of her sleeve. "Have you considered being a politic?" she laughed weakily. "You sure have the right words for it.:
