I raise an eyebrow when I see you sitting on a bench in the park while the rain is heavily pouring down at us, but that look of confusion quickly gets replaced with nothing, but pure worry. I don't know why, but I sit down next to you, maybe it's my empathy getting the best of me. You're crying, and there could be a million reasons behind that, so I don't feel like taking any guesses.

Hey... You okay? I make sure to keep my tone soft, as if I'm scared that I could scare you away.