"Black!" I called out to him as I slowly walked towards him.

He looked at me.

Those emerald eyes of his were shining in a different manner than usual. Tears were dropping continuously from his eyes as if they were some waterfall. I felt his eyes pull me inside them and they drowned me into an ocean of sadness. It was horrifying to imagine how bad he might be feeling. I wished I hadn't seen him that way. My heart broke in a million pieces when I watched him cry like that.

Whenever Black cried before, he cried of happiness. I remembered that the first time he cried, he cried because he was happy to see me. No, the first time he cried was in my dreams. But in dreams too, his cry had a contended and happy feeling. This time, Black was crying because he was hurt. My crybaby looked nice when he cried, but not this time.

"Who... Who are they?" He asked while sobbing. He lifted his hand and showed me the frame containing the photo of me and my family.

I was 14 years old then. We all had gone to an amusement park to celebrate Lucy's birthday. That was the opening day for that amusement park. The most surprising part was when my parents decided my birthday to be on the same day because I didn't remember anything from my past. It was really fun there. I remembered all those rides. That big roller-coaster, bumping cars and riding that giant wheel at sunset. All those rides were wonderful. That was how I started loving watching sunrise and the sunset. I remembered a few of those sights as if I had experienced them yesterday. My parents even brought two cakes, vanilla for me, chocolate for her. I remember how Lucy messed up mom's face with the cake. That picture captured the moment happiness of all four of us perfectly.

That frame used to be in the living room before. After that accident, I placed it in my room, above the bookshelf.

Who couldn't have guessed that it was me and my parents? I was adopted, that's why I had white-silver hair, but all three of them had golden blond hair. It was an easy guess. But Black still asked it from me as if he wanted to neglect it, run away from the answer. It was as if he wanted me to answer something else.

"They are my family," I answered, truthfully, even though that was not what he wanted to hear. At times like this, one must be honest. He looked at the picture again, as if he was asking that picture something. His tears didn't stop.

"Why are you crying?" I asked as I squatted down on my knees, in front of Black. He shied away from looking at me in my eyes. I put my right hand on his shoulder. His hair brushed against my hand.

"I..." He wanted to speak, but he couldn't. His words stopped right on track. He was looking down, and that sob in his voice was unbearable to me.

"I..." He tried to speak again but failed.

I pulled his face towards me, forcing him to look at me. His head followed my lead with no resistance. His eyes still avoided me.

"Look at me."

He obeyed me without a question this time. Up close, his face seemed expressionless. Beyond that veil of tears, his eyes appeared like they didn't possess the energetic spark I had seen before. I could see inside him and I saw him stabbing himself, again and again, screaming in pain. What kind of mourning was that?

"I..." He failed to complete his sentence once again. His lips quivering as if he was in the middle of a storm.

It was unbearable for me to see. I couldn't think straight. I wanted to tell him to not be frightened of anything, but it didn't look like my words would reach him. A strange force whispered to me.

I tilted my head a little while looking at him. His eyes widened. I was glad that there was some life left in them. I closed my eyes and came closer. My hands held his face like they were some cage, restricting the movement of his face. I could feel the wetness of his tears on my hands. I leaned forward and touched his lips. They were smooth, like a petal of a flower. As we kissed, I felt like I was the morning dew on those petals.

He didn't move much, as if he didn't know what to do. I parted for a short moment, and then I dug in again. Black responded to my kiss this time. He let go of his sadness as he came at me with passion and pressed against my lips harder. We kept on kissing again and again as if we were a new lovestruck couple.

At that moment, I had no idea this will become a habit of mine. Months later, whenever he was not alright, I would kiss him like that till he got alright.

It felt like an eternity has passed when I parted. He was still craving for more. When I looked at his eyes again, he mustered all of his courage and spoke up.

"I.. killed them..."

I was shocked when I heard it. I didn't know what to say. My parents and sister died in a car accident. It wasn't a murder. But as I looked at that crybaby, I knew that he wasn't lying either.

"Tell me what happened," I requested. His eyes still not believing me that how I could be so calm about it. I couldn't believe that either.

"The demons had planned to get rid of me. Hundreds of demons had come for me. I wanted to keep away from bloodshed. I only defended myself as I tried to escape them. But after three days, higher demons appeared as the second wave, and I lost my mind to darkness once more. I retaliated.

"They thought they could get rid of me because of their numbers. But they had little idea about my strength. By the time they realized their mistake, I had killed most of them. The higher demons abandoned the others and decided to retreat. They tried to run away... I was just angry, and I pursued them. I kept pulling them near the ground and didn't let them fly too high.

"My continuous chase scared them. They knew they couldn't escape until they find a diversion for me. They changed their direction to a civilian area. I foolishly kept pursuing. When I was out of the woods, I saw a black car moving just ahead of us. Before I knew, the first demon nudged the car. The second one followed him and slashed the left side of the car with some small weapon to make the car lose the balance. The front tyre burst. And the next moment, the third one pushed the back side of the car to the right. The car lost its balance and started rolling forward.

"The car rolled thrice before I could catch up to it and stop it. In that small time, the three of them had run away. I pulled open the doors. A blond couple was sitting in front seats, a girl was in the backseat. All three were unconscious, bleeding from head, hands, stomach. I didn't know how they were bleeding that much. I pulled them out and tried to heal them, but I couldn't. My lifeforce was exhausted beyond limits because of my reckless flight.

"I tied the girl in front of me with a strap and held the other two in both my arms and ran towards the nearest hospital as fast as I could, hoping they could fix their injuries. I took twenty minutes to reach there. I rested for a while and tried to heal them again. But by that time, all I could do was give them a few more hours of life. I couldn't save them from dying... I couldn't save them... They lost their lives because of me.

"So much power in my possession. For what? I couldn't save the ones I should have. Why am I cursed with this horrible fate? If only I weren't this way, those demons wouldn't have come after me. If only I hadn't chased after them, I wouldn't have been out of lifeforce. If only I had let them go, they wouldn't have tried to use anything to distract me. If only I was on time, your parents and your sister would have been alive. If only... If only... I killed them, Eve. I killed them... And I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Eve. Please don't hate me. Please."

He started crying again. His tears increased in numbers as he recounted the experience, like their passion to fall had reached new heights. His words hazed as he dove into despair again. I pulled him close to me and gave him a tight hug. He kept on crying, leaning on my shoulders. I stayed there, without moving from my position, while he cried.

When I first saw him, he was falling. He wanted to die. He was that much hurt inside. And I thought that I had already helped him with that. But I did not know that there was still so much pain left inside.

I was sure he hasn't cried like that before. I somehow knew that he had built a dam inside his eyes to prevent those tears from flowing. But his heart was as dry as a barren land because he was holding back his tears all this time. Tears are magical, you know. They have the power to mend those things that can't be healed physically. It was time he let himself heal. He cried in the waterfall of tears. Swimming in it. Drowning in it. I let him cry.

I wanted to tell him that it's alright. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault. I wanted to thank him for trying to save them. I wanted to tell him that I don't blame him for anything. But I knew that that wasn't what he needed that time. All I could do was stay and caress his hair while he cried. That was all I could do.

That was all I could do...

He kept on saying that he's sorry. He kept asking me, more like begging me to not hate him for his mistake. I tried to make him feel better, and at times, rubbed his back. It hurt that my words were not able to reach him. He cried like a baby until he fell asleep.

He was leaning against me, his limbs seemed lifeless but that's the way they are when you sleep, aren't they? I somehow placed him on the bed. I thanked the stars for his less weight again. I put then put a blanket that belonged to me over him.

I wondered when I started acting all grown up.