Naomi couldn't understand why the tears wouldn't stop. They kept streaming down her face as she hugged him tightly. His hands gently caressed her hair, trying to soothe her, but the sobs only grew stronger, more intense, as though they were coming from deep within her soul.
"Why can't I stop crying?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
She didn't know why, but it felt like an unbearable weight pressing down on her chest—something hidden, something forgotten. A lost promise? A buried memory? The sorrow ran so deep, beyond what she could grasp, and it consumed her. The more she tried to understand, the harder she cried—not from pain, but from a sorrow so profound, so unshakable, that it shook her to the core. It was like being trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, each one feeding into the next, too tangled to unravel.