Anna's pov:

Upon breaking the hug with Jarrod I can't help but continue to let my thick, hot tears continue to flow over my cheeks. I truly wanted to let myself feel these tears as they were not tears of sadness this time.  As I was standing there I was startled by the feeling of Jarrod's fingers on my right cheek. I could feel him delicately wiping streak after streak of my tears with the backs of his fingers catching most of the a actual tears with his thumb. 

As soon as Jarrod breaks contact with my tears and returns to Camilla I can feel another wave of tears start running down my cheeks right where the previous ones had just been. I turn and begin to slowly walk towards William as he takes a step closer to me to meet me in the middle. As soon as I am arms reach away he pulls me in close to him and begins to take care of my thick, hot tears by slowly kissing one from my right cheek and kissing the streak it left behind until he was kissing just below my eye. He then delicately cupped both of my cheeks in his strong hands and used the back of his hands, his thumbs and the pads of his fingers to wipe my new wave of tears, ocassionaly kissing a tear that manages to slip by.

As my tears finally start to slow William and I turn our attention to Jarrod and Camilla. My eyes were drawn almost immediately to Camilla's as they were sparkling in a sea of their own tears.

Tristan's POV:

Melissa tells me in a sad, longing tone: "We still have tomorrow", with her voice breaking, she continues: "I don't leave until the day after. We can do anything you want." She blinks, tears start to run down her beautiful cheeks, two trails start drawing on her cheeks, one from the middle and one from the inner corner of each of her cheeks. I give her a smile through my tears, I caress her hair and answer: "I'd love to stay here with you watching movies like when we were kids until we fall asleep".

I don't remember seeing her tears from so close, as her face was a couple of inches from mine as we only lift our faces from each other's shoulder, her tears seem so big and sparkling, I wonder how she sees mine. I feel a tear fall from my cheek, I blush a little as I know it will land on Melissa's thigh, as I wait for an answer and keep caressing her hair I see a tear start a new path on Melissa's right cheek, next to the one on the middle of her cheek. I instinctively kiss the tear streak, then kiss the tear, I bring my hand and finish clearing that streak, keeping my hand on her cheek.

I lean my free hand on her other thigh, leaning my face a little bit closer to her, I wanted to feel her warmth, yet, I was waiting for an answer first.

William's POV:

I can't hear what Camilla whispered to Jarrod, but I see a big, round tear fall from her eye and down her cheek. Jarrod answers her then kisses and wipes some of her tears. Anna looks at me and motions me to get a bit closer, Anna steps besides Camilla and I stand next to Jarrod, we see Camilla...

Jarrod tells me his family will always be here for me if I ever need a shoulder as they are now also my family and they will never judge me nor think any less of me. It is really appreciated to hear such kind words as I can't help but think if my own dysfunctional family.

I look up to look Jarrod directly in his eyes and notice unchecked tears falling from both of his eyes and over his cheeks. Before I can take care of his tears I see Jarrod lean in and feel his soft lips delicately kissing away a few of my tears as well as their streaks then lift his right hand to delicately wipe some more away from my left cheek. Although my face is still tear streaked I see Jarrod put his hands back down as if almost asking for me to take care of his tears.

I instinctively lift both of my hands up to cup his cheeks and longly, using the pads of my thumbs, begin to wipe his tears away before they drip off his chin then I follow his tear streaks back up to his eyes clearing them along the way.

Tristan's POV:

Even though I am not used to cry openly with most people, I love when my sister wipes my tears, also (which is something I had never experienced) feeling her warm tears mingling with mine when she nuzzles her cheek against mine. I smile when she tells me not to feel embarrassed for sharing my feelings as she points the still fresh tear on her thigh, I hear her voice breaking when she says she'll miss me too and a wave of tears rush down her cheeks.

I lean more of my weight on her thigh, feeling her soft muscles giving in as I lean into her, nuzzling my right cheek against her right cheek, feeling our tears mingling in each other's cheek as I place my free hand on her thigh, brushing my tear, spreading it across her smooth thigh until it is absorbed.

Melissa sobs briefly, a torrent of tears landing on my cheek. I caress her thigh comfortingly as I lift my other hand, bringing it to her back, holding it as it trembles. I softly say: "I'm pretty sure I can go and visit you later this year, my job is giving me enough to save some money. I'll give you a surprise visit when you least expect it, I want to see your happy face when you see me arriving".

After a minute or two she calms down, the ocassional tear still rolling down her beautiful cheeks. We break the hug and, in a very loving (sibling love) way take care of each others' tears (wiping and kissing tears until there's not a trace we were crying).

I place a hand on the thighs that are over my lap and turn the tv on.