Plans For The Future

Camila sniffled and peered up at him through her curly hair.

"We lost our entire world yesterday," Leo said softly, leaning forward over the counter. "We watched our families, our homes, our friends and everything we've known since the day we were born get ripped away into nothing and then we had to crawl through a pitch-black tomb and shoot fifteen-meter monsters in the dark just to earn the right to breathe."

He reached out and rested his hand over Jin-Ah's trembling fingers on the counter, stilling them with his warmth.

She looked down at his hand but she didn't pull hers away.

"If you can't cry after that," Leo went on, looking straight into Elena's wide blue eyes, "then you aren't human… You don't need to explain it. You don't need to blame the dust or altitude sickness or pulmonary spasms. You're allowed to hurt, you're allowed to break down, you're allowed to sit in your room and scream until your throat bleeds."