AN: I do not own YuGiOh if I did then that would be disastrous. I feel sorry for the one who cries, because crying is hard and I've never been a fan of it myself.
Crying was never one of my strong suits, but then again I didn't think crying was…necessary strong. I sat there with tears in my eyes, my throat burning and my nose running. I felt disgusting and stupid, why would crying make you feel this way? I've heard from aibou that crying let's out all the pain, suffering and gives you a nice good wash like taking a bath would.
And yet…
As I sit here, rubbing the tears from my eyes, my breath coming out in small mists because of how cold it was now. There were footsteps that came up beside me, making themselves known and soon a ruffle of clothing as they sat near me. There were no words exchanged just my continued sniffling, wiping of tears and struggling breaths.
When I felt that my tears had passed for the moment and the sadness had cleared f, I turn my head slowly to gaze at the white haired male sitting beside me. His rusty brown eyes looking forward, gazing at the trees of the park or maybe even the small man made lake, I didn't know.
But, I felt surprise and fear slice through me knowing that my once enemy had seen me crying. I bit my lip hard to keep the tears from falling. Standing up I tried to make my escape only to be grabbed and pressed against his body.
"You want to cry, then damn cry. I'm not going to tell anybody," he gruffly said, those eyes still staring straight ahead. I sniffled, as tears welled up in my eyes again and cried.
I think that day was the first time that I had cried in another's arms that weren't my aibou's, and felt safe.