Our eyes locked as I held a hand that didn't belong to you. We said nothing for our eyes were screaming out what we were dying to say. My faux smile slowly melted as I saw the rapid blinking of your eyes saying that you were on the verge of tears. A sympathetic frown creased my forehead, silently begging you not to cry, for if you do I might lose my sanity. This is all for the best, I thought staring at your unblinking eyes. The hand that I was holding clenched mine more tightly. I saw the pain clash your face just for a fraction for a second; the expression of someone who had just been stabbed. But it wasn't over, she grabbed me and pulled me closer to her body forcing my hands to embrace her. I felt her face settle into my chest. I glanced back at you, but soon as I did, I wished I hadn't. The walls that were keeping you from crying had now collapsed. Your hands covering your face , still trying to hide the tears that were inevitable to run from anymore. Soon I was crying a river of my own, stretching out my hand towards you. I touched your head and patted it, giving myself false hope that somehow this gesture may soothe your pain, but careful enough not to disturb the ******* my chest. Our eyes met yet again. I love you.. My eyes begged to be heard but it was for naught. For eyes can't speak. But oh, how I wish they could.