Whoever it was who'd said that men don't cry was one of the biggest liars in history.
The truth was men cried and men cried a lot. Derek knew because he was one of those men. He had just spent the last remaining hours of his weekend crying his eyes out.
And it was not one of those manly cries that TV liked to sell. The ones with a single tear that was hastily wiped away. No, it was an awful, horrible to look at, ugly cry that had gone on for hours. Derek's sobs coming from somewhere deep within.
Making him feel as though with each exhale he would never be able to take in another breath again. And every time that he'd thought that he had it under control, that he could rise up and deal with the world, he had been wrapped with yet another wave of tears and he had just lain there, crying his heart out.
