I immediately see Jarrod lean in and feel him begin kissing a single tear streak off my left cheek before confessing just how much this means to him (that I give him my tears). He even tells me he's never had eyes for anyone else since the day his eyes met mine. I then feel him give my thighs a couple pats.

"I've never had eyes for anyone else other than you, even when I was married to my ex." I reply with all the love I have (and also hoping to elicit more tears from him).

Isabel's pov:

I was feeling so alone after Ally and I broke up. Although many people were there to comfort me it seemed like what Emily was offering was different. I just couldn't shake the feelings she gave me. Butterflies I didn't even know were there. I understood she had a partner but something in me felt like I just had to act on my feelings.

Emily and I decided to meet for a bit Sun morning to hang out have brunch before she met up with her partner. As soon as I saw her waiting for me outside the restaurant her beauty took my breath away. Upon sitting at our table to order despite all the butterflies in my stomach I decided to ask her to marry me. But things quickly took a downward turn when she rejected my proposal saying that although she really cared for me it was only in the context of a friend and she was truly in love with her partner. I was heartbroken and didn't even stay for brunch as I felt like I was just punched in the stomach.

I gathered myself as best as I could to go to work the next day, but my heart was still shattered. I tried my best to keep things professional at work but as soon as I entered the changing room I couldn't stop my eyes from releasing the tears I was desperately trying to hold back.

I guess Enid had heard me as she entered the changing room only to ask me if I was ok. Without warning or hesitation I began to spill the entire story of the previous day. She gave me a few encouraging words; a few min to clean myself up and I got straight to work hoping my work would help me forget everything.

The next day I went to work feeling more numb than sad, but as the day grew on I began to feel my chest getting heavier and heavier. At one point I just couldn't keep it together and felt myself crumbling behind the kitchen door.

Without warning Tristan entered the kitchen and stood beside me. Nearly immediately and without asking I felt both of his hands cupping my cheeks as he began using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away my tears and their streaks. He stood their wiping my tears while simultaneously reassuring me that it was ok for me to release all my frustration and sadness the way I was; and that he and Enid would do anything they could to help me through this situation.

I quietly thanked him and asked if it was ok if I clocked out early, even if that meant having to use one of my personal days.

Billie's POV

About a week after we had returned home, it was time for me to go back to my trains. I had missed it so much.

The weather was getting colder as we were now in Autumn, so after putting on my boots under my jeans, I made sure to put on a warm coat and scarf.

I left my hair loose, hoping that Gemma would tie it back. Right on time she came into the hall and ran her fingers through the fronds. It was a very intimate experience watching myself cry in our hall mirror.

As my tears streamed down my face, Gemma tenderly tied my hair back in a ponytail, making sure to give me some nice bangs. She wiped my tears and we gave each other a goodbye kiss.

'Safe travels' she said to me, tears running down her cheeks. I wiped her tears and we kissed again, before I left the house to catch my bus.

The trees were turning an autumn gold as the bus made its way to South Station. They looked so beautiful, tears ran down my cheeks again. I wiped my tears and got off at my stop, click clacking my way into the station.

The board had a Commuter Rail train in five minutes, so I tapped my way through the barriers and went to the platform

William’s POV:

Seeing another pair of tears start to roll down Anna’s cheeks I can’t help but kiss one warm tear from each cheek, drying, with all my love, the tear streaks left with the back of my fingers: “I wonder how our story would have been had you known before how much I love wiping and kissing your tears.”

Anna's pov:

William spares no time taking care of my new tears by kissing one from each cheek before wiping their streaks with the backs of his fingers. He then wonders out loud how our story would have been if I had known yrs ago just how much he loved wiping and kissing my tears.

"I think our love would have been 1,000x stronger. I mean more of an emotional connection rather than just physical makes a marital bond that much stronger. Even when we've had our tough times I've still loved you, but I don't think we would have had as many tough times if our emotional bond was as strong yrs ago as our physical one was." I answered truthfully.