Finding Comfort In A Stranger's Arms [Slice Of Life] [Comfort[

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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? Hey, 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, and 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.

I'm 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? Yeah, I am the guy that let you cry on his shoulder.

I feel like that's my official title. Ha ha ha. Shoulder to cry on guy.

I hope that you don't need to use my shoulder anymore. No, at least not for crying. The night went on.

You got to know your name. And you got to know mine. We did not have a lot in common.

But I was still interested to know more about you. People started to leave. I wanted to go for a walk.

Yeah, you confided in me. And I confided in you. We both had our guards down.

It was getting late. And you turned to me. You looked at me like there was something else that you needed to tell me.

You were biting your lip. Like you were afraid to let it go. I looked at you and smiled.

Are you going to tell me? How did I know? It's not that I know you.

And I've seen you twice. But I can just feel it. That you are holding back.

So why not just tell me. What you want to say. Who knows? We might not see each other again.

So come on. Spit it out. As you stood there.

With your arms behind your back. As if you were almost inviting me in. I leaned in for a kiss.

I was not expecting that. We kissed under the night sky. And I.

With my hands grabbing your face. I was longing for this moment. With every word that you spoke.

I waited. With bated breath. For an opportunity to kiss you.

And apparently you felt the same way. Because words weren't enough anymore. You decided.

You couldn't wait any longer. So we kissed. We didn't have anywhere to go.

My place was kind of far. Why'd they have to live so far away from me? And apparently you live far as well.

I wouldn't want to drive 30 minutes. To do what I was feeling right now. I couldn't wait another moment.

You don't know this about me. But I've been. Through so much.

I'm still going. Through a lot. And I don't want anyone to get involved.

I can't give you. Everything that you want. I need to take care.

Of my own darkness. Before I can see the light. I want to see the light.

You. You are the light. That shines the brightest.

I can't help. But to want you. For the briefest of moments that I met you.

You were stuck in my head. And you've not left. At all.

I don't want to bring you into all of this. But. Here you are in front of me.

Your eyes begging me. To take hold of you. I will pretty soon relapse.

And don't take what you want out of me.