LittleDreamerOfSorts
The Girl in Yellow
Juniper leaned down kissing his forehead. "It's alright" she told him. "You just had a nightmare is all." she brushed her fingers through his hair. She didn't ask him what the dream was about or why he was crying. If he wanted to tell her he would. They were very different in that way, he was so open while she had to be pried at before she opened up.