Silent Tears
Her mother was dead and her father was missing. She wasn't whom she had thought she was and everything she had known was falling down around her feet. She had no way to put the pieces back together and she didn't know how to fix it.
She was, for the first time since she had lost her parents and her brother, truly broken.
Normally, admitting that she couldn't cope and that she didn't know what to do was not something that she did. Now, though, she couldn't help it. Everything she had been had changed forever, since the moment she had found out the truth.
Everything had changed, yet somehow, it had all remained the same.
Falling into the arms of her partner, she clung on as if her life depended on it. In that moment, it felt as if it did. She didn't care that she was letting him see how vulnerable she could be. She didn't care about anything but feeling warm.
She hadn't felt warm since before she had found out.
She nestled her head into his shoulder, let the tears come. She cried the silent tears of someone who had lost more than anyone ever should.
The warm arms that encircled her as she let out her pain told her that she was safe now and for that moment, she felt like everything would finally be okay.