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The silent tears poured down Aurora's face. Why? Why wasn't she allowed just one moment?! She was angry, not all of it directed at Jimbo, a lot of it to do with how life teased people. She took the handkerchief from Mordred and mopped the tears from her cheeks. She hadn't stopped crying but she didn't want to be soaking.
"Th- thanks Mordred..." she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "I j-just wanted my year to end b-better th-than it's been g-going..." she whispered, all of her defensive, judgemental and untouchable front falling away with every tear.
Mordred looked at Aurora who was still crying. It may be too early to say – or think, but whatever Aurora was showing right now, she was at her most vulnerable state. The boy almost fainted when she rested her head on his shoulder. Sure, he had enough hugs earlier that year and that scared the hell out of him, but this time Mordred had to set that paranoia aside for a friend.
As he tried to stay calm, he tried his best to boost Aurora’s strength.
“Hey, we don’t give up on things easily do we?” he asked half smiling.
“Merlin’s beard. What am I saying?” he thought bitterly. He sucks at comforting people. Right now, he knew all was ruined and he hates the fact that he can’t do anything. He sat there – quite stiffly trying to think of a way to cheer his friend up.
Then he remembered the mask.
He got it out and wore it.
“I know I look silly, but if this will help you…” he said, going red in the face with embarrassment. He looked like a bandit with a mask…only it had glitters on it.