Catherine
She's crying; her shoulders are shaking violently and I have absolutely no idea what the hell just transpired. I never indended for this to happen, but my heart is breaking with her sobs.
I don't really know how to react. My first instinct is to hold her and make her pain go away, but this is Sara. I doubt that I'm the person she wants to comfort her, hell, sometimes I think she doesn't want anyone to comfort her.
Normally this is the point where she collects her bearings and goes home, we never spend the whole night together - or morning for that matter - it's some kind of unspoken agreement between us, unspoken, like everything between us.
This time however, I don't want her to go. She shouldn't be on her own in the state she's obviously in. Careful, as not to disturb her privacy, I reach over to her. Stupid thinking actually, considering we just had sex.
"Sara" I whisper and it's strange to hear my own voice echoing through the silence of the room. She stiffens under my touch and pulls away.
"Hey, baby what's wrong with you?" I'm not sure what else to say. My words are mostly born out of motherly instinct. I hope the concern is audible through the crack of my hoarse voice. She doesn't talk but covers her face in a gesture of shame, or so I guess.
"Hey, it's all right" I try to assure her as I pull her closer, despites her uncertain struggles to back away.
I try to soothe her by running my hand up and down her arm and hold her tightly until she stops fighting the closeness and starts to relax. This has never happened before and her behaviour really has me worried. I wonder what is going in her mind.
I don't really expect her to open up to me but I hope by holding her I can help somehow. Even if I had imagined today to be a little different, right now I don't mind having her in my arms.