Adela's Point of View
As we drew near, a mysterious magnetism seemed to tug at my arm, drawing me closer to Olivia's form. I wrapped my arms around her, holding tighter than I normally would, and on her shoulders, my tears began to flow freely like a river finding its course.
"I am but a timid soul," I whispered, the weight of my tears accentuating my confession.
Her hands, gentle and comforting, began to caress my back in soothing circles.
"Hush, it's alright. It's your choice, and I respect it," she whispered back, gently distancing herself but maintaining her support.
Cradling my face delicately, she wiped away the trails of tears, her touch reminiscent of a nurturing mother tending to her child's tears after a playmate-induced squabble.
