For the Next-Gen Drabble Tag!
Lily & Lorcan. Waterfall.
And when he fell down to the floor, she didn't know what to do. The tears flooded down his face like a waterfall: cold, white, burning.
The only thing she could think was how they resembled pearls, precious and hard.
She couldn't (didn't want to) think of why they were there.
He wasn't supposed to cry; he was supposed to be strong, brave, her rock of safety.
Because it was impossible for her to be his. She hadn't it in her, so she hated him for not helping her, for being so weak.
So she left him on the floor.