This is a Ginny/Tom ficlet.
Beautiful
He was beautiful, she decided, when he cried. The rivers of tears that rolled down his cheeks shimmered like glass whenever the candlelight caught them. It reminded her of rain at night when the moon was full.
He looked like a fallen angel, so lonely and innocent. She had told him that once before. He promised that one day he would cry just for her. She didn't answer. Instead she let him use her lap as a pillow as he cried that day.
His tears where like crystals and she once wondered if they tasted like the gems. Even with his gem-like tears leaking from his dark eyes it wasn't her favorite thing about him crying.
Whenever he cried, he would whisper for only her to hear, "I love you." She would smile and kiss away his streaming tears. After a while he would fall asleep, once again looking like a forgotten angel. Only then would she whisper to him,
"I love you too."