Her

I walked into the room and she was crying. I didn't ask questions, not a word, just sat on her lap like I used to when I was a kid, and rocked her back and forth in the chair. I didn't need to say anything, because she knew I was 100% there for her in that moment, stroking her hair. I held her hand while she told me her fears. And slowly, as her tears began to dry, and the corners of her lips curled upwards into a smile, I was overcome with a great elation. We laughed and told stories. We talked about philosophy and the symphony. I knew that all she needed was for me to just be there, and be me.