Glass

She was beautiful when she cried. Her cheeks flushed, and shimmered with the gloss of seamless tears. Her lips swelled and pouted, parted to take heaving breathes when she couldn't take in enough air.
He thought she was beautiful, and couldn't deny that on occasion would antagonize the tears from her just to see how perfect she looked. Like a porcelain doll, she seemed fragile, and her puffy eyes look like clear glass that looked straight at him.
"Why would you say that?" Hallie sobbed, trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks, but only managing to smear the dark mascara deeper into the perfectly formed grooves of her nose and eye sockets. Jess had no answer that could justify his actions, so he just admired her beauty in silence.
"I love you!" She tried to persuade him to speak to her, to admit he was wrong so she could feel secure, but that would stop her tears, and the perfection he saw in front of him would fade. "Jesse, please. Say it. Say you love me." Hallie pleaded.

But he wouldn't. Not yet, anyway.