"I'm not crying."
"Oh yeah?" He cocked an eyebrow challengingly. "So what's this?"
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Her eyes darted to his raised finger that had previously cleaned off the tear staining her lashes.
The tear-droplet was still evident on the finger.
"It's not tears," she said instead and looked away.
He scoffed incredulously, feeling more frustrated than annoyed. "Hey you. . ."
"It's not." She turned to face him directly.
"Okay," He crossed his arms with a slight frown and asked, "so what is it then?"
"Just water." She shrugged.
"What's the difference?"
At that she smiled a bit, her features softened and brightened considerably which made his hands hang limply by the side, stunned at the change in expression.
"The difference is that tears hold emotion. I feel so I cry. . .but I didn't feel anything. It just rolled off my cheek."
And to that, he was left speechless in silence.
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