When a beauty cries, it not only fails to annoy but instead elicits compassion.
Large tears rolled down her eyes, dark as black gems. Seeing Samara cry, Aaron's heart ached for her. He would willingly tear out his heart if it would stop her tears.
"I know you're worried about your sister; she'll be fine," Aaron said, taking out his handkerchief and gently wiping away Samara's tears.
Seeing this, Shade patted his pocket. He wasn't in the habit of carrying a handkerchief.
"But Shade said it'll explode, my sister could be... BOO HOO..."
"As long as we don't touch it, it won't explode," Aaron replied. He knew Samara cried easily, but he hadn't expected her to cry this much. His handkerchief was soaked.
"Don't cry!" Shade consoled her clumsily. Seeing her pearl-like tears fall, he used his sleeve to wipe them.
"What are you doing?" Aaron pushed him away.
"Wiping her tears!"
"That's unhygienic! If you use your sleeve, she could get an eye infection from the bacteria."
