His vision blurred over as she cupped his cheek, looking up at him with her eyes full of not pity, or sympathy, but acceptance-a sense of understanding, of hope. His throat further tightened as she leaned closer into him, and he wondered, for what seemed like the thousandth time, as to why she was here with him, when she could very well be be somewhere, anywhere, but here. "It’s okay," she whispered, laying her head onto his chest as a single tear slid down his face.
Thanks for the prompt, I hope you liked it :) <3
Now i’m crying