Her story got from bad to worse without even having to say a lot. He could read her expression well enough to understand that it had ended tragically somehow. That was something neither of them needed to dig deeper into.
His hand hoovered over the back of her shoulder for a moment, not really sure whether a comforting hand would be welcoming right now or not,
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he whispered. There weren’t really much to say. Sympathies was useless in the long run so saying more than that would just make it weird. Very carefully resting his hand on the back of her shoulder, ready to pull it away the moment she showed signs of not wanting it there.
mary had never truly sat down like this & told anyone about her past, & she couldn’t really figure out whether she was happy she did or not. she didn’t want comfort or sympathy from anyone, but she would be lying if she said she didn’t appreciate the fact that edward actually listened to her. when she felt the hand on her shoulder, she gave in to the sorrow she was feeling & leaned to the side, head placing itself atop the blond’s shoulder. she even scooted a bit closer, showing him that for once she actually wanted closure.
❝ ah lost ‘em both... ❞ her eyes began to sting, & she tried her best to hold them back. if there was one person she didn’t want to see her like this -- it was edward, but at the same time he was the only person she could ever imagine seeing her break down at all, so a small sob escaped her, shoulders twitching as she finally let herself cry for the first time in front of someone.
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