"I'm scared Jack. I don't know what I'd do if you don't come back... you can't always be sure that you will.... these things..." She didn't want to cry and she tried to stop the steady flow of tears but it only made it worse. "How do you know that all of you came back?"

This was what happened when you started to care about someone. "I'm sorry. I'm trying not to cry. I really am. I'm so sorry."

She stepped forward, returning to his arms as she held him and cried against his chest. She didn't care about the state of their clothes or the loose strands of hair falling around her shoulders. She cried until there wasn't a drop of sadness and worry left inside of her.

"I'm so sorry."

She was trying so hard to stop crying.