He Said He Loved Me by James D. Irwin

I was glad she was in my room, but wished she wasn't crying. The floor was littered with tissues stained with wet mascara. They looked like Rorschach tests. The box was nearly empty now. The situation was making me uncomfortable. I didn't know what I was meant to do. She was just sat there sobbing and saying ‘he said he loved me’ over and over again. He hadn't meant it, but I couldn't say that. There were a lot of things I couldn't say.

In the end I just down next to her on the edge of the bed. I put a tentative arm around her shoulder. Her sobbing stopped, just for a moment. I pulled her close, and hoped my actions would speak at least as loud as his words.