A comforter

I frowned at her response, not buying it at all. She didn't seem like she was crying over something not relevant, but I didn't pursue the matter. She would have told me about it if she wanted me to know. We weren't friends after all. I couldn't force her to do that. Shs owed me no explanation.

“It's okay.” I patted her on the back. “Just let it out. Whatever's eating within you. Trust me, you will feel great when you do.”

She looked up at my remarks, her eyes widening as she stared at me, stunned. She wasn't the only one, though. I had never been a good comforter. Lilith always made fun of me because of that. But at the moment, I felt like an enlightened monk. Seeing her look so sad made me want to comfort her.

“Come on. You can weep how much you want. I won't judge.”

And she did, bawling out her eyes until a few of the pedestrians walking down the overpass cast glances at us, thinking I caused her problem. We were lucky none of them stopped to ask why, or even called the cops o