She stood there, sobbing into his shoulder while he muttered, “It’ll be okay. Everything will be fine.”
Five minutes before, she was bursting out of the restaurant, running toward the pier, hands covering both eyes. He followed. “Jenny?” He yelled after her but she put a hand out to stop him, her head turned the other way.
“Don’t come any closer.” She warned, hyperventilating. She wasn’t ready to let him or anyone know of her condition, not before she learns about it herself, whatever the condition is.
Slowly, he moved closer, reaching for her outstretched hand. “It’s okay, Jenny, whatever it is, it’s okay.” He said softly. Gently, he pried her other hand from her eyes until they were staring at each other, Jenny’s glowing yellow eyes to his ocean-blue.
“I-I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Jenny sobbed.
“Look at me, Jenny. I’m here for you. You have my word. I will never leave you. I will always be here for you, whatever you got going on.” Immediately, Jenny began sobbing into his shoulder.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.