Finding Comfort In A Stranger's Arms [Comfort] [Sweet[

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I never really liked weddings. Nobody there actually cares that you're getting married. They might even think that you're getting divorced in a few years.

They're probably rooting for it. It's a sad life that we live. People are going to be upset and I don't want to hear it.

Hopefully the food is good. I haven't worn anything fancy in a while. I guess it's kind of nice.

She actually looks happy. Good for her. Now where's the damn food? Are they still dancing? Oh god, they're going to dance some more.

I'm just going to wait outside. Somebody had the same idea. Is she crying? Should I? I'm definitely not going to have anything to eat now.

Screw it. I can't just leave her here like this. Hey, is everything okay? Do you need anything? Miss, it's okay.

I'll sit with you, yeah? Is that okay? I don't know what to ask.

Maybe I should just keep her company. How do you know the um. ..

What am I even doing? Do you want to talk about it? I may be a stranger, but hey, at least you can tell me everything without holding back.

And I'll just listen. We'll never have to see each other again. She looked at me confused, almost, with sad eyes, biting her tongue.

But she looked so sad. She put her head on my shoulder, and I held her hand. I said it's going to be okay.

Listen, I don't know you, but whatever is happening right now, it will get better. I'm actually glad I came out here. They've been dancing and dancing.

I'm getting a little dizzy, actually. No, not because of the dancing. It's because I'm hungry.

You should smile more. Give me both your hands. Look at me.

Everything's going to be fine. Really, you feel better? You're going back inside? Okay, good.

We're going to stay outside for a little bit. Yeah, it was nice to meet you. How could a girl that beautiful be crying? The whole night after that, I thought of you.

Why would someone hurt you? This is affecting me. Too much.

I'm thinking too much of a girl that I'll never see again. If I ever do see you, maybe it's a sign. Maybe I'll talk to you.

I don't know if I have the courage to do so, but I just feel like I need to know how you're doing. Isn't it odd, meeting a total stranger? And wanting them to get better.

And having real concern. I don't know your name. I just know your face and your voice.

I think about you. And I think about you quite often. Eventually, I got to see you.

You were there at their dinner party. You seemed as sad as you were then. Hey, do you remember me?