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The tears didn't stop, but kept falling without a single sound.
I wasn't sobbing, or even crying loudly, the tears just kept rolling down on their own.
I didn't even know why I was crying anymore. Was it because Draven and Oscar hadn't said a single word in minutes? Because they just stood there, stunned and silent, like statues carved from confusion and disbelief?
Or was it something else?
Maybe it was everything - every emotion I had bottled up over the week. The fear, the anxiety, the guilt, the hope, the desperation. All of it was bleeding into a thousand tears that wouldn't stop, couldn't stop.
All I knew was that it felt like my world was crumbling, and I couldn't hold it together anymore.
I was jerked out of my misery by the sound of footsteps. When I looked up, Draven was moving sharply and quickly, heading for the door.
He paused with his hand on the knob. I kept looking at him through tear-blurred vision, hoping, pleading, for something. Anything.
