Caitlyn needed you now more than ever

Her world was monochromatic when her mother died. Everything faded to dull greys. Even the overcast skies accompanied her woe with rain

Caitlyn was a ticking time bomb, and you were tentatively picking at the red, yellow, and blue wires, deciphering which nerve you'd accidentally snap today.

Would Caitlyn ignore you, and give you the silent treatment as if she didn't violently sob in your chest the previous night, or maybe she'd start an arguement, lash out and make you her verbal punching bag, or would another sobbing session ensue?

After the memorial being disgustingly ambushed, you found your blue-haired girlfriend trembling under one of the abandoned medic tents.

Once you guided her chin to tilt up towards you, she greeted you with tenderness for once. Although, her eyes pricked with tears that streamed warmly into the palm of your hand, ripping your heart into inconceivable shreds in your chest