Refraction

Her tears were real, as was his acceptance of them. There was no “there, there,” with him. Just an “I’m here.”

When the clouds parted, he made a silly comment and she smiled. A smile as genuine as the tears that had rained upon her cheeks only minutes prior.

He reached over and pulled her hair out of her eyes and looked intently into them.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Light shines from you when you smile,” he said. “I’m looking for the rainbow in your eyes.”