Emotions are the most unpredictable things in this world, even when you don't speak, they can be seen in your eyes.
I know this feeling all too well. How could I not understand Jones?
But haven't I overcome this too? And I feel like I've completely healed from the emotional drain!
After a while, I noticed that Jones's eyes were turning red. He was desperately trying to keep his eyes open, as if to prevent tears from falling. At that moment, he looked wronged, filled with resentment for not being understood, his eyelashes quivering, already wet.
For a moment, I didn't know what to do. It seemed like the first time I had ever seen Jones like this.
"Jones, are….are you okay?" I hurriedly grabbed a tissue, wanting to wipe the corner of his eyes, but he avoided me.
