*I wrote this here on Prose, so there might be some mistakes.*
The darkness envelopes me like a blanket and my shoulders shake from the sobbing. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up, drying my eyes on my sleeve. You stand there, looking down at me with smile on your face. You extend your hand and I take it and you pull me up. We come face to face and you pull me into a hug.
"It's going to be ok," You wispher into my ear. I want to believe you, but everything that was suppose to be ok has come out terribly. The tears start again and they start to soak you shirt.
"Sorry," I mutter. I pull away and look you in the eyes.
"Crying ok," you say. I sniff and You hand me a tissue. "Crying is ok." You repeat.
"I know," I blow my nose.
"I just thought of something," You look at me.
"What?" I ask.
"Dunkin Donuts is still open," You grab my hand and pull me after you.
And that made everything better.