Why won’t she stop crying? you ask yourself. The teardrops keep falling down her face and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
The tears are cold, she told you. Like hail hitting her face in the winter. You gain enough courage to write another sentence. Why can’t she just be happy? you wonder, your heart aching.
She’ll be okay, you keep telling yourself. But you’ll never know for sure. You keep writing, hoping that someday she’ll be better. That’s all you can ask for. But for now, she will stay there. Locked up in your journal. You’ll stay stuck on that page until she’s happy. Until you’re happy.