"Hey, whats wrong?" he asks, waiting for the cashier to give him his change for the hot chocolate. "Nothing", walking towards the wooden chairs, she sat onto the stiff chair and looked at him. Her eyes seemed so different from what he's used to. She wasn't the type to say what she feels, that is until last April. "Connor, I have two hot chocolates with extra whipped cream." Connor gets up to get their drinks. She looked over at the granite table with the two steaming hot chocolates when she catches his deep eyes of blue, green, and a hint of yellow, that look best under the glowing sun. His eyes were what make her sane. Looking into his eyes sparked a feel of home and comfort. He walked slowly back to the wooden table and kisses her forehead. Without knowing they both drifted off into thoughts in their mind. They both thought of the summer and how perfect it was. The sand, the sun and NOTHING to worry about. Now, her life consists of hiding her tears, and his consists of holding it together for her. "Ahh, ahh, damn colds" a man coughs behind them and brings them back to reality and stopped dreaming of the past. He can see the pain in her eyes and grabs her hand "Britt are you okay? What's wrong?" She squeezed his hand in anger, wishing her response wasn't what it was. "Nothing" she drops her head down and looks to the hardwood floors in guilt, pity, and anger that the pain is overbearing her real feelings. "I know this isn't you Britt, talk to me." he says in a soft sincere voice. "Nothing, nothings wrong, you know why?" as her voice begins to crack, and she raises her voice she begins. "Nothings wrong because everything is wrong. Everything is turning to shit and it's turning into nothing. I cannot take the pain of Cass not being here anymore. Thanksgiving and Christmas are coming up and I don't know what to do without her. I don't know how to control this pain anymore. This is my glass of pain!" gesturing and forming in her hands a glass that is overflowing with pain, sadness, anger, and grief. In tears she tries to hold back her deep sorrow but looking into his eyes she loses it. She feels safe and comfort when she looks into his eyes, and even though he doesn't understand hand and hand what she's dealing with she knows that in him is where she finds her comfort and where she can speak her care of nothing. Where she can be real, because nothing is real anymore.