"...are you okay?" You ask wearily, hoping you won't make her cry. She stares at you for a second, then her face scrunches up angrily and she bares her teeth at you. You bite your lower lip as her hands curl into fists. Maybe that wasn't the best choice of words. glares at you from behind the scattered strands of red hair.
"Do I look okay to you, ?" She yells angrily. "I'm soaking wet and I look like I've been crying my eyes out! Of course I'm not fucking okay!" Her arms were shaking now and her eyes begin to tear up again. Her angry look fades into a sorrowful one and she begins to sniff and sob lightly. She drops her head down and begin to cry onto the doormat she's standing on.
"I'm sorry ." says to you weakly, her voice betraying her emotions. She put her hands up to cup her head and hide her face. Her shoulder shook slightly with each sob. "You didn't deserve that at all..." |