She turned before getting in the car and looked at him. He had the saddest eyes she had ever seen. Suddenly they took on a seriousness she had never seen there. “C’mear,” he said. He pulled her to his chest and rest his lips on the top of her head, he held her tight rocking in an effort not to cry. She looked up into his face. She softly kissed his lips that were pulled tight against the tears. She repeated, “it’s ok,” several times before his hold loosened. He didn’t say anything as she got in the car. She looked in the mirror and saw him sitting on the curb with his face hidden in his hands. All she could think as a tear fell was, “Stupid boy.”