15- Being Comforted

Meg

“Red is here, but she says she can’t find Blue,” I commented, not fully alert to Red’s distress, fully already occupied by my own worries. Holding back my tears that are threatening to flow like the banks of an overfilled river, while avoiding clutching my chest.

I reply to her and she goes into a semi-state of confusion. But I am in my little world of anxiety, to notice her movements. "She's funny.” Jax’s sarcasm is met with a sober expression. “But are you positive you are okay, Juliet?”

And without warning, my legs giveaway and I crumple to the cold floor.

His cry of alarm reached my ears as sobs wracked my tiny frame, each tear a testament to my friend whose warmth enclosed around me, kissing my hair and soothing me with his muttered shushes, patting my back. My feelings of overwhelm fade. He kissed the top of my head, tightening his arms when he heard my whimpering.

Never have I been comforted in all my life, so it has me feeling some t