Still looking down, July covered her tears with both hands. Her voice began to sound, her shoulders heaving up and down along with the sobs that July was probably still trying to hold in.
"I-I, I'm scared," groaned July. Her voice was barely audible.
David gave another hug. That was all David could do right now.
"Please, don't cry." Hugging while smelling the fragrance of July's hair. "Tell me what I have to do to make you stop crying."
Where's stubborn July? Where's July, who gets angry easily? If in the past July was good at getting angry in a tantrum, now everything feels sluggish like crackers in the wind. There was no strength, no anger, there was only tightness that she could not express in any form.
David let go of the hug. He cupped both of July's cheeks while looking up. For a moment, David traced the wet face with swollen eyes, then began to rub it with both thumbs.
