as they kissed passionately he felt her tears on his face. he was startled by their presence. what was wrong? had he done something? he had no way of kowing that through all her hurt and pain he brought her joy. No matter how much of her was feeling bad he could heal it just by being there. he was the reason she got up, the reason she wasn't buried in the ground as yet another suicide statistic.
as they parted lips he felt her feelings. they parted at the body but for just a second they were joined at the mind. for just a second he could see and feel everything she had been through. he was able to glimpse her past and see the reasons for her actions.
he knew that from now on he could help her. he could try and fix her broken trust. He wanted to do anything at all that he could for her. No one should have to deal with all the aching thast she had to. he should have been able to see it all in her actions but he hadn't before now. He regreted thinking that she had a perfect life and she was happy.
She felt his tender touch and knew he understood. No words needed to be said for her to see he knew, that he knew every hurt, every pain, every violent action.