Keeping You Alive with My Tears
The moment I fell in love with him, I couldn't stop crying.
The doctor said I had a strange illness: every time I thought of him, blood flowed from the corners of my eyes.
But he cradled my face and smiled. “You look even more beautiful when you cry.”
That was until I found a stack of yellowing photographs in his house.
Every girl had bandages wrapped around her eyes, and a date was written on the back of each photo.
The newest one showed my face.
