I see your tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, leaving a thin, shiny path through the middle of your cheeks and your face quite flushed.
I see past you, John is dumbfounded, I think he knows, or at least can hint, that you are crying. He sees my open hands approaching your face, I slowly erase your thin tear streaks, following its path until I catch your tears with the pad of my index and middle fingers.
I see John getting up to come to face you (seems he didn't want to turn you around). Another wave of tears streaked your cheeks, I softly wiped them with the back of my fingers, following the streak until the tear was catched. John knelt next to me, not knowing what to do.
Knowing you wanted John to comfort you, and especially, that I wouldn't be here all the time to do so, when the next wave of tears fell down your cheeks, I took John's hand and, with the back of his fingers, clumsily and a little bit too rough, I wiped your tears with his fingers. I told him: "Never let her cry without taking good care of her, always kiss and wipe her tears when you have the opportunity to do so".
At that moment I leaned and kissed a tear from your cheek, then wiped all your tear streaks, allowing John to take my place...
Last edited by Amans lacrimae (June 12, 2021 10:56 pm)