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((*sniffs… feels tears that might want to form*))

Emmit felt the hand on his sleeve, and turned around with tears in his eyes. The chuckle in his throat was gone, that smile disappeared. Instead, the grey eyes were a whirlwind of storms. His face looked like that of an old man.

When he saw the note being held out to him, he took it, not bothering to shake of the hand on his sleeve. Swallowing, he read the words, and started shaking. A light. 

“My name is Evangeline,”  the girl said.

And there in the middle of the coffee shop, fell to his knees, and hugged the words to his chest. His tears poured out.

“I don’t have to hold up the world,” he said in a whisper, “and forgetting, I’ve nearly been crushed under the weight.”