"There there now, sweetheart.."

Himeko would mutter against your forehead, your face into her collarbone while her hand is above your head. She'd recline to rest her back by the bed's headboard, the cushioned queen-sized bed was enough to fit the two of you in. But even with the comfort of the bed and the affection of Himeko's embrace, you find yourself succumbing within the tears of sadness. Life doesn't always go our way after all.

The red-haired beauty's fingers would carefully thread through your hair, fingertips would brush against the roots— gingerly caressing the scalp, a gesture which is enacted to soothe you from your worries and troubles.

"You dont always have to be strong."

Himeko would speak, but it came off as more of a reminder— that you yourself, is an individual, and like everybody else, you do have feelings too. She, despite being a woman of logic and the smarts, she just knows what words to put in— what advices must be told; but she's most importantly weary of everyone else's feelings, especially when it comes to you, the girl that she's always loved the most.

It hurt her to see you cry, to see you crumble before her eyes and in between her arms— but she remained strong and well, to be your rock against it all. Not only as a lover, but also as your best friend.

"You're never supposed to be at fault, trust me on that, sweetheart." in the midst of her talking, her eyes would trail downwards— initiating eye contact with you. Her thumb would swipe over beneath your eyelids, wiping all those gloomy drops away.