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Tears
by Wusai
Two drop.
"Mother . . . "
The door opened, then closed. Silver hair hung straight and gleaming, covering a pretty face, all but a single green eye.
Three simple words. "Loz. Stop crying."
A growl. "I'm not crying."
One drop.
A cool, smooth voice. "Stop crying." End of discussion. A sneer. The door opened again, then closed again behind him.
How he hated crying. The sound of it. How weak it was, a child crying for his mother.
How utterly weak.
He leaned against the door. A sigh.
One drop.
And then another.
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