and so she softly cried

And so she softly cried, but only on the inside, where no one could hear and no one could see the tears that bled from her eyes.

She mourned her loss privately.

Her heart spilling into smaller and smaller pieces until it slipped into the cracks beneath her feet.

She let go. Because it was scarier still to hold on.

She let go, because her sanity depended upon it.

She saw broken pieces and wanted to heal it.

She saw a tortured soul, much like her own and wanted to tend to it.

She saw a misunderstood anger and wanted to acknowledge it.

He saw opportunity.

So she took a deep breath and pressed through her day

And she cried, softly.

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