"...Speak" I tried to hear from her.
She raised her face to look at me. Tears started to roll down her cheeks that instant. It was the first time I'd ever seen her so broken.
I was at loss seeing her whimpering out of words. It was as if I had forgotten everything else except for the fact she was crying. I realized that day that her tears had the power to sober me up.
"Don't cry," I took a step toward her. She wasn't moving at all. "Shhhh. Don't cry. Look at me," I took another step. She immediately buried her face in both her hands. Her body shook.
'Is it the same girl who would triumph over with her wit and courage?' I wondered.
She was just a baby then, crying her heart out.
"Athena," at last I called her name looking at her helpless. I could try to take another step toward her. I could try to wipe those tears off her face. Or else I could try to embrace and console her.
But I didn't dare to do any of them.
