I walked into the kitchen. The silence was heavy. I want to think that when she wanted to tell me

she will tell me. I don't need to push her in any way. Least I can do is be there coffee in hand.

I carefully poured the coffee in the mug and walked back into the living room. Hina was laying 

on the couch, her face hidden from view. I could hear her soft breathing. She had fallen asleep.

I went to my room and grabbed the comforter. I gently draped it around her. I sat at the foot of 

the couch. 

In comparison to her larger than life radiant self, seeing her like this... wasn't so bad either.

But now I know. She wasn't perfection in any degree. She's damaged just like the rest of us.

With a quiet "good night", I turned off the lights and headed to bed.