Ever had that itch on your nose coupled with the feeling of your eyes stinging, yet it stops right there?
You managed to stop it, holding it off so it never falls. And you say it stops because you're strong and can handle your emotions.
Or so you think.
Just like Luca, who was in the same exact position, only to be surprised by a refreshing palm over his eyes.
The darkness came out of nowhere.
Xavier didn't say a word. He didn't offer comfort in the form of words or speeches. He simply raised his hand and covered Luca's eyes with his palm, like a shield.
And that was all it took.
The pressure that had been sitting right behind Luca's lashes—the burn, the heat, the ache—gave way.
The first tear fell.
Then another.
And it couldn't be stopped.
The tears fell like a dam breaking, and yet, Luca remained silent as a mouse.
Not a single sob escaped. No gasp. No wail.
