*:･ﾟ✧
     I wipe my tear from my cheek, holding in a hiccup that was about to escape my lips. You walked in the room, wanting me to see this funny textpost on Instagram.
     You don't know why I was crying, and that's okay. I'd rather feel the pain than see you go through it with me.
     I hate seeing you hurt, and I know you hate seeing me hurt, but it's better this way.
     *:･ﾟ✧