Misa didn’t know how long she’d been sitting at the dining table, staring at the untouched egg cooling. All she was aware of were the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks and the terrible ache in her heart that ate away her, like a giant worm burrowing so deep into her it would burst out from the other side.
It was only when she felt a touch on her shoulder that she finally tore her eyes away from the broken egg with its thick yolk drowning it as it oozed.
“Misa?” Torren needed to say no more. Every question, every concern he had for her was poured into that one word. Her name.
“I can’t stop crying, Torren.” Misa wiped her cheeks, but they refused to dry. “I think I broke something. They won’t stop falling. Why can’t I stop crying?”
“It’s okay.” Torren nudged he
