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Started September 30, 2020 by Deleted user

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Nyx was silent, staring into nothing, the dim overhead lights reflecting in her tear-glossy eyes, ragdoll-limp in his arms.

He laid with her

Nyx stayed there, silent and trancelike.

He hugged her, concerned.

She relaxed slightly, but other than that, did nothing.

"Nyx? What's wrong?" He asked, very concerned now

"Nothing," she said softly.

"Sure?" He asked. "I'm just worried about you." He asexually panicked

She closed her eyes. Two tears dripped down her cheeks.

He hugged her tighter

Turning in his arms, she pressed her face into his chest and sobbed, back shaking slightly.

He held her, trying to calm her down

Eventually, she stopped crying and lay there in his arms, hiccuping occasionally, tears streaking her face.

He wiped the tears away.

She sighed and buried her face in his shirt, silent.

"Crying doesn't suit you…" He muttered

She tilted her head up and peered at him curiously, a thin ribbon of sound escaping her throat. "Mm?"

"I said, crying doesn't suit you."

She stared at him numbly for a moment, the words sinking into her brain.
Crying doesn't suit you.
No. Crying didn't suit Phoenix. Nyx had only seen Phoenix cry once. Nyx was the crier, the emotional one, and Phoenix was all angles and logic and kept her feelings locked away.
But Phoenix was strong. Nyx cried. Did that mean she wasn't strong?
She tucked her head against his chest and mumbled, "Phoenix never cries."

"Phoenix bottles it up, then. And when you bottle something up, it will eventually explode like a volcano." he said

She smiled thinly. "Phoenix doesn't have enough emotion to explode."

"Sonder." he stated simply

"Sonder?"

"The realization that each person has a equally complex life as you do." He stated.

Nyx was sorely tempted to tease him about this becoming philosophy class, but kept her mouth shut about that. "I know your life's complex…" She absentmindedly fiddled with his shirt.