"Please tell me what I did wrong, what I can do to fix it.."
Eyes that were far too old on her face lifted to meet his, regarding him with nothing but gentle acknowledgement.
A few minutes passed.
"I’m sorry, but that’s not something I can answer for you. I think…by the look in your eyes, you know the mistakes you’ve made…don’t you? You don’t need me to tell you that. The mistakes you’ve made…aren’t something I can teach you how to fix. But I think…finding that answer, is a lot like finding a way to overcome them, and eventually, mend them."
Very gently,
"But…granted how sad your eyes are? They might not fully go away. The things that led you to make mistakes. Or simply why your eyes look the way they do. I understand that feeling…you’re suffering, aren’t you?"
To the stranger who spoke she merely reached slowly, palm raised to show no traces of harm, towards his hand, offering it a comforting squeeze.
"But I do know, whatever answer you find to fix these wrongs…you’ll never have to do by yourself. But finding a way first, is something that you, and only you can do."
A final squeeze.
"Rather than say…’be strong’, I’ll say, I’ll be cheering for you, instead. I believe that you can find a road that will ease them. So don’t give up."
Ease your very sad eyes. Because I have them, too. I have scars in my eyes too.
