I conformed to her desire, regardless of my discomfort. I was a man who blamed emotions, yet emotions were the only available cure for that particular situation.
Miss Maya sat on the roof's edge, her bottom touching the cold, hard concrete. Veronica matched her position and caressed the skin of her friend. Maya, however, dismissed her touch and mumbled a few profanities under her breath hand as she tried to convince Miss Maya not to jump.
"I do not understand what you are going through. I understand every night spent with your eyes wide open, wondering what you have done to deserve such a drama. I understand every flashback of his face, every nightmare, every desire to melt away the pain. A devastating rupture of your heart and soul."
Veronica paused for a few seconds, blinking away the teas suspended on her lashes. I stroked her neck, slightly releasing the tension of her muscles.
