Her Mire

Arya watched in wonder as the tears streamed down Amaris' face. His tears pooled at the rim of his eyes and made their way from his beautiful blue eyes to the ground giving the illusion of a river flowing seamlessly through a forest.

Drip…Drip!

If anyone ever told her she was going to be in this situation today, then she'd have flung a shoe at their face but here she was, standing before a beast that was shedding tears.

The culprit?....Her!

Could anyone tell her why this big man was crying?

What Arya didn't know was that Amaris had learnt this skill from her. At her school, when the security asked for her name, she cried bitterly in a bid to avoid his question and also not to get caught.

Amaris couldn't see their interaction at the time but he could hear them vividly and judging from the emotions he felt radiating from Arya, she wasn't the least bit sad or scared but rather calculating and a little pleased?

He didn't understand why she did that then but now he knew it clearly- crying