Ink

I walk through a silent hallway. Everyone's eyes averting mine as tears streak down my face. But Only he looks up, only he rushes towards me and spins me to face him.
"What's wrong?" He asks, tracing a tear down my cheek with his thumb.
"Nothing.." I say back, my standard answer. Nothing's ever wrong.
"Did someone hurt you?" He growls. Words barely getting past his teeth, his grip on my arm tightening at the thought of any harm coming to me.
"Only myself babe." I answer, truthfully this time. I pull my arm from his too warm hands and wash away, tears spilling like ink on the floor.