May held her knees to her chest. She was crying quietly just outside the mall.
How can this happen? How? Tell me why!
She pressed her knees closer to her chest and watched her tear drown on the pant leg. She tried to remember how it happened. She was so careful. She sighed quietly as her dyed red tips strands caressed her face. The night was darker than usual. Pitch black. She traced a figure moving towards her. She kept still as the figure moved closer. It spoke.
"May..."
She jumped slightly and nodded at the figure and sighed.
"Yes Patch?"
The tone of his voice was soothing. And he was the only person who was gentle enough to understand right now.
"Are you alright?"
Patch sat down next to her. She laid her head on her knees.
"I'm not very sure right now..."
May replied softly as another tear rolled down her cheek. Patch glanced at her and gently placed his arm around her. She looked up at him. Maybe this wasn't so bad. Amber has been through it. So has Trudy. She forced a smile at Patch and laid her head on his shoulder. Patch kissed her cheek. He was the last one, she was so sure it was his...
