Why she cried on the drive home she couldn't quite say.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was shivering...maybe from the chilly night...maybe from worry. And shivering uncontrollably is quite a lot like sobbing uncontrollably. Or at least it brought back feelings of when she tried to be so strong...few had ever heard her yell as loud as she had in her own home...or cry till she shook.
Maybe it was because she knew she'd be coming home to a cold empty house after midnight. And she almost wished there was someone to scold her for coming home so late.
Maybe it was because she hasn't been able to find God, or maybe it was that she was hiding. Hiding from God. Hiding from everyone? Not really, she was always with someone.
Maybe she knew she might lose everything by the end of the week. Things always hung by a thread.
Maybe she couldn't understand how he could love her. Nothing has ever felt so right, so something must be wrong.
Maybe because her life was never as perfect as theirs, and she had to figure things out on her own.
Or maybe, she's just tired and tired of being tired.
What she did know was that she didn't want to leave his arms where she felt safe, warm, and protected. That's where she belonged.
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Maybe it was because it had been too long since she cried last.
And don't be silly. You can't possibly lose everything. I know of one thing you'll definitely still have at the end of this week.
Maybe that's exactly why.
And thanks, you're right.
Update!
Oh this is Ben. I guess I'm signed in as my brother? Hobbes? Weird.
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