Yanarym gently placed the scissors down on the chair and tenderly rubbed his back to console him.
His sniffles echoed through the room as he continually wiped the tears streaming down his cheeks. He despised this vulnerability, feeling like he had lost control of his emotions whenever he was near her.
Even though he couldn't recall his past in vivid detail, he knew he wasn't normally so tearful. He was a brave, reliable man as to his recollection.
He yearned to show that to her, how dependable he could be but all he seemed to do was add to her burdens. It was clear that his vulnerability had become a heavy load for her to bear, as she did not want to share her own pain with him.
He needed to find a way to be strong for her, to show that he could be a source of comfort and support when she needed it most. Yet, he seemed could not calm down his own emotions. He hated himself for being like this.
