He began to speak and couldn't form his thought. So he just wiped away her tear and held her away a bit to read her face. She looked away, ashamed that he was crying, ashamed that she made him so weak, ashamed that now all she could see was defeat in his deep green eyes.

He looked at her, intent on seeking the feelings that she hid. Her thoughts of shame and despair overwhelmed him and his knees went weak. He unabashedly pulled her close again, knowing that she would allow him to pull her tight.

They collected their tears in a well of remorse, forgiving and forgetting conciously together.