No Tears

The rain didn't seem to stop, but it was just perfect. London has to be that way, at least for them, or else they did not feel really at home. Now it was all weird, even to touch her hand. That beautiful ring was kind of scary for him, as far as he knew its meaning. They could have always been just friends, but it was weird anyway, just like if they secretly had a hope with each other.

- I remember last year, when Glen met you and told me that he was hopeful that you would be here really soon - he tried to smile, but he only got a strange grimace upon his face. She was so focused on ignore her own feelings that she didn't even notice it.

- You believed him?

- I believed him - he took a deep breath and looked into the Tamisa. They both used to find comforting being on that place, even more when things were strange and/or hard. And now, it was really supposed to be hard, but wasn't. Slowly the embarrassement was evaporating, and suddenly they stared at each other's eyes and started to smile. She still had those "little stars" in her dark brown eyes, and that same old sadness, which he couldn't understand, because it was beautiful somehow, but where did it come from? She has always been able to get almost everything and everyone, and obviously he knew that it wasn't enough for keep someone happy, but she used to be a girl so simple... Back then, at Liverpool, all his memories were about her laughter on the beach, her blowzy ginger hair or her easy smile with little things like her favorite ice cream. She used to live so safe and peacefully with her dad, and they were so close that was impossible to understand how could she go so far as she did - and, in spite of the years away from England had been really hard for her, she was still sweet, in that simple way that he never found in anyone else.

Suddenly, she took his hand and caressed it softly. Relieved, he smiled too and got close to her, whispering:

- You know, that old story... about staying up with you all night, and having a shoulder for you to lean on? - she agreed, with her eyes shining brighter. - Well, it's still up. It's a good deal, actually. You spend the night on my place, we laugh and get drunk and forget...

He stopped as she turned to look into his eyes. Somehow, that random day had become special, even more for the cold rain. His eyes were blue, in the most beautiful way. And maybe -