After a few minutes of searching, I spot him, his back turned to me, a slight shudder shakes his shoulders, his face buried in his palms.
Wait? Is he.... is he crying??
I sniffle, wiping my tears as I take quicken strides to approach him, but still, he seems too zoned out to notice my presence.
"Are you.... crying?" I whisper, cautiously taking the final step to stand in front of him.
His head shoots up and red, glossy eyes stare back at me.
He is.
But he quickly looks away, staring out into the distance as he fights to keep himself composed.
I reach out to touch him–
"Don't!" He shakes his head and my hand halts at his command as worry and hurt befalls my face.
Hurt for me, for him... for both of us.
"Clay, please talk to me." I beg, feeling my throat constrict with sorrow. "W
