Romain is gone

She cried, cried on my shoulder and asked me for a chance, a chance to be with her again. But her simple request was finally refused.

Before seeing her tears, I couldn't know how deeply she loved me. If her tears and her love to me is postively related, she loved me as a mother loves her only son. But why did she treat me as her friend, her helper, her listener, just sometimes her bo...