Something in her head snapped. Something... dark. Don't know what it is, don't want to. Just, something snapped.

She sat on her bed, crying softly. A gentle slow weeping, tears running down the side of her cheek. Leaving moist trails that can only be seen when the light shines on them at a certain angle, like trails left by snails that you can see in the early morning after it rained.

I didn't know what to, who would? Situations like this leave me baffled, along with everyone else. I don't know what's wrong, I don't know what's going through her head, I don't know anything at all. I certainly don't know why.

She looked up at me, her eyes looking glassy and red. She looked up at me, sniffing loudly. She looked up at me, with tears full of sorrow at the corner of her eyes.

"Hi... I..." my voice trailed off, stupidly. Stupid fucking me, oh hell.

She choked something at me, I couldn't understand a word she said, "What was that?"

"Hi, I said, Hi, how are you?" she repeated, trying not to choke on tears as she spoke.

"Oh, well, if I knew why you were..." My voice trailed off again, I keep choking on my thoughts. I don't know what to say, something about her. When she cries, she looks so beautiful. Something is wrong with me, but I see such an amazing beauty in her when she cries. I don't know what it is, I don't know at all.

"...crying?" she finished for me, kindly. Like she always does, she knows I find it hard to speak around her when she is crying. We've had this conversation so many times.

"I'm crying because... the same reason I always cry." she pushed her hair back behind her ear. She has greasy blonde hair, very flat. It's dark when it's greasy, but it has a nice appeal to it. Something is wrong with me, isn't it?

I've forgotten the same reason she always cries for, I think always forget the reason. I tend to forget little important details, and remember the insignificant ones. Stupid me. I look at her, and tilt my head quizzically at her.

She sighs at me, "You're hopeless, you know that?"

I step over to the bed and sit down, my back to her. I rest my elbows on my knees, with my head in my hands.

"I don't know what to do with you."

"I don't know either."

"Then we have something in common."

"Yeah, I... I guess."

I rub my eyes, trying to get the tears out of them. I wipe my cheeks, turning them a light shade of red until they flush back into their normal color.

"I love you, even if you think I'm hopeless."

I wrap my arms around him, and pull him to me gently. He slides his legs up onto the bed and lays down on the sheets next to me. I just hold him, his rain soaked hair laying on my pillow. His rain soaked clothes laying on my bed sheet, absorbing the warmth. I look at him, and he's sleeping.

Something in his head clicked. Something... good. I think it's love, but I don't know. I don't know what it is, I only know what I hope it is. Just, something clicked. He's not the same as he was yesterday. He was the reason I was crying, and now he is the reason I'm crying right now.