Just a short piece, a bit rushed, but I thought I would put this in anyway.
Wamma was making his rounds, but he was walking slow. He didn't want to tire himself out too quickly. He turned a corner and heard a sniffle. Wamma frowned. Someone was crying. He followed the sound and found someone curled up in a ball in a small alcove. Long blonde hair fell over the hunched shoulders of someone clad in black, white, and red.
"Sarah!" hissed Wamma in shock. The Mandiblor hurried over to his human friend. "Sarah, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Sarah lifted her head. Wamma's jaw dropped. He had never seen the human girl's eyes so red and puffy. Her cheeks were covered in tear stains.
Wamma stooped down the best he could and began looking for injuries.
"I'm okay," said Sarah.
"Okay? Okay?" parroted Wamma. "Sarah, I've never seen you cry before. Something is wrong."
Sarah got to her feet, wiping at her eyes.
Wamma got up as well. "What is it, Sarah? You can tell me."
Sarah took a steady breath and began to tell Wamma what was wrong. "It's my parents," she said, her voice cracking. She hated this. She hated showing any sort of weakness in front of her friends. "They're getting a divorce."
"What?" asked Wamma.
"I heard them fighting," said Sarah. "They didn't know I was home. I was up in my room and I heard them arguing. At first I thought it was nothing. They argue a lot and I've gotten used to it. But then it spiraled out of control. I heard my mom telling my dad that she hates him and wants him to get out of our lives. Then my dad told her to drop dead."
Sarah put her face in her hands and started crying again. "I've tried everything I can think of to keep them together. I don't know what to do now. Everything's just falling apart. I don't know what to do."
That last sentence was spoken so quietly and so broken that Wamma's heart ached for Sarah. He put on of his hands around her shoulders and pulled her close.
"It'll be okay, Sarah," said Wamma. "It'll be okay."
Sarah looked up at him. "How do you know?" she whispered.
"I just know," said Wamma. He gave her a small squeeze.
Sarah put her arms around Wamma's massive exoskeleton the best she could.
"Just let it out," said Wamma, smoothing her hair with another hand.
Sarah continued to bawl, her cries muffled slightly. She didn't know how, but she knew once all the tears were gone, Wamma was right; everything will be okay.