I didn't know for how long it lasted. All I knew was that I simply stood, wrapped in Aiden's embrace, and cried my heart out.
I used to think that crying is a sign of being weak. That every time I cried, it is a sign that I am as weak as everyone says. But I quickly came to realize that crying is strength. It is a way of setting those bottled emotions free. Crying is strength.
But what made this moment special, was the fact that I felt comfortable enough around Aiden to do it. As I stood in his arms, tucked in carefully into his chest, I let out all of my frustrations, my fear, my anger, the negativity.
"Let it all out," Aiden said softly, as he ran his hands on my back tenderly. "Don't hold anything back. Let it all out, Nala."
Hearing him say that made me cry even harder as I clutch
