Tears can tell so very many different stories...
She was angry. Tears streamed down her face despite the fierce battle she fought against them. She was angry with herself for giving in to anger. Now she really was in the wrong; she had responded wrongly and had made things far worse than they had to be. She had messed up and she was angry that she had let herself. Oh, she was so angry.
His fingers shake as he runs them through his hair. Inconsolable sorrow, sobs rack his large frame. He reaches for her hand but she pulls it away and he doesn't try again. No person should have to feel this pain, no person should go through this. He had always been the strong one, the one people would go to when they needed comfort, and now there he was, the one needing comforting. It was a foreign feeling for him and he hated it. He hated that he felt so helpless; he hated that everything was out of his control.
She could not explain the kind of joy she felt in that moment. Waiting for something she had always dreamed of, and knowing that it was about to happen. She choked back tears as they started to walk and held onto his arm all the tighter. She caught his eye and her squeezed her hand as he led her down the isle on his arm.
Over and out,