"what are you doin?" he mumbles to you, watching blobs of tears fall down your cheeks. "stop," his voice is gentle; his attempts of pushing your tears back into your eyes fail miserably. he resorts to wiping your tears away, but the spilling from your eyes don't stop. after numerous attempts of stopping your tears, he decides it's best to cover your eyes completely with his large hand, hoping to stop the flow. why does he have to put up with something so weak? someone so vulnerable?