C11 You?

He was looking at me with a frown on his face; I tried to free my hand but his grip was strong. He slowly hesitantly raised his hand and wiped my tears. He moved his hand to my cheek and asked, "What happened? Why are you crying?"

I didn't say anything just stood there like a statue, crying like a kid.

"If you don't want to say then it's okay, I won't force you