Healing

She was curled up between the rows of chairs in the sanctuary. Her knees were pushed up to her chest and she was fighting off tears. Her person stood to the back for a moment. Giving her space.
“I’m not supposed to cry,” she angrily said as she wiped her tears away. “I have to keep it together. It shouldn’t hurt me at this point. I shouldn’t care anymore.” Her person joined her, doing their best to make themselves comfortable in the rows of chairs. It wasn’t very wide.
“You're allowed to cry,” they said, “you're a human and we all have feelings. What that person did was wrong and unjust. Tears are part of us.” Her person looked at her and stopped. She looked so broken and hurt and lost. She looked like she desperately needed a hug. She looked like someone who went through the worst of the worst and came out still smiling a kind smile.
“It’s that bad?” Her person watched her nod as tears came rushing down her face. She hugged herself and started sobbing. Her person just reached out and pulled her into a hug. She had held herself together long enough, now they could take a turn to keep her from shattering. They didn’t say anything as she sobbed, they just held her until the shaking lessened and the sobs died away. After a few minutes and a bunch of tissues they rejoined society. Her and her person supporting each other like the kindred spirits they were.

Author's Note

Her person doesn’t have a specific gender because it’s not known yet. Not in the LGBTQ+ sense but the mystery sense

Reviews

[Twilight]

Sometimes, we're encouraged not to cry; growing up as children. So, no surprise that the person in this story; worries about it being "wrong".

I almost did not bother reviewing this, because you seem to have ignored my previous review.

Anyway, this writing could certainly be developed into something more? At this stage, it could at least; serve as an enticing introduction or prologue?

Basically, the person around whom this story revolves; does seem very vulnerable and traumatised. Something has brought her, to this pitiful state of upset. But, was it a series of upsetting incidents; or one incident in particular..? Of course, only the writer knows for sure.