His breathing was heavy, and he had a heavy layer of sweat on his forehead, but the light was hitting his back causing his face to shadow. Between that and the tears in my eyes, I couldn't see the emotion in his. I looked back in front of me, wiping the moisture away from my cheeks. He came and sat down on the swing next to me. "Look," I started, "I'm sorry, I elbowed you. I'm sorry I ran, and you had to follow, and I'm sorry that you have to see me crying, but . . . . I really don't want to talk about anything right now, so please don't try to comfort me because I don't want to hear it." He huffed. "Well, you elbow pretty hard, but I'm okay. So, don't apologize. I didn't have to follow you; I wanted to run after you. I don't care if people cry in front of me because everyone cries every once in a while, and I won't try to comfort you if you don't want me to." We swung in silence until I could see through the tears and looked at his face. They didn't
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