The Night I Saw Him Cry

A very, VERY short story I wrote.
Just so you know, the narrator of the story has the power to let her soul drift out of her body, invisible to everyone. This is like those little fantasies you have about being there for the person you love: even if they don't want to tell you their problems, you want to let them know you'll still BE there for them. Always.

THE NIGHT I SAW HIM CRY

It was night. The moon was out and an endless expanse of stars spread out around the pale white crescent. I was standing in a tall empty building with the entire city in view. The windows should’ve run from ceiling to floor but no windows were there. It was just a ledge.

And sitting on that ledge, a few feet in front of me, was someone I could recognize from anywhere, and any angle. The boy I fell in love with. He sat there, quietly, looking down at the city, his curly hair (a little long) moving with the wind, making me want to tangle my fingers in them. I wanted to see his face, to see what kind of expression he had. Was he peacefully happy or intensely thoughtful? What kind of mood is he in when he’s alone and in a setting like this?

My soul drifted out of my body for a moment and glided over to his right, only to be jolted with a shock. Salty wet trails run down his cheeks, tears sliding so stealthily and noiselessly no one would’ve known he was crying until they saw his face.

My soul was back in my body the next second. I contemplated what to do. I wanted to know why he was crying… I have never seen him cry and his sister told me he isn’t the sort to cry. He is in no way a touchy or sensitive type. But more strongly than ever, I wanted to go hug him and tell him everything will be alright.

I followed my heart.

Suddenly I found myself wrapping my arms around him from behind. I hugged tight and stayed like that.

“I don’t know why you’re crying, and you don’t need to tell me,” I whispered. “But I want you to know that I am here for you and I always will be.”

A moment passed in silence. He must’ve been shocked by my presence, and my hug. Then I heard his voice. “Thank you…”

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Hope that stirred up some emotions! I've left it at this, because it's perfect just the way it is. If I try to extend the story, I might ruin it. Why take that risk? Who the characters are, why they're in that setting, what happens after this, and everything left unsaid is all left to you, the reader, to imagine. Because, like I said, this is more of one of those little dreams we have, not meant to turn into an actual complete story.

Hope you liked it!