The Emotionless Tear

"I'm not crying."

"Oh yeah?" He cocked an eyebrow challengingly. "So what's this?"

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Her eyes darted to his raised finger that had previously cleaned off the tear staining her lashes.

The tear-droplet was still evident on the finger.

"It's not tears," she said instead and looked away.

He scoffed incredulously, feeling more frustrated than annoyed. "Hey you. . ."

"It's not." She turned to face him directly.

"Okay," He crossed his arms with a slight frown and asked, "so what is it then?"

"Just water." She shrugged.

"What's the difference?"

At that she smiled a bit, her features softened and brightened considerably which made his hands hang limply by the side, stunned at the change in expression.

"The difference is that tears hold emotion. I feel so I cry. . .but I didn't feel anything. It just rolled off my cheek."

And to that, he was left speechless in silence.

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