After all it wasn't Ash's tears that they needed. It was hers. The fairy woman made sure every single last drop from Olivia's pain had been stored into that small vial, diamond tears, dropping slowly from her saddened eyes. The young vampire had passed out, his face facing the wooden desk, unaware about what had happened.
Would he be disappointed? Annoyed? Olivia couldn't help but wonder. She had cried, not tears of love. She had felt his pain, she had seen what he had been through and out of simple compassion, without realizing it she had been the one to provide true tears of pain and not the one who had been through all that. Did crying make her weak? She couldn't tell, she didn't really know and she was too scared to ask.
