Forty-eight

Platinum rushed to me and enveloped me in a warm tight embrace.

"Ssssh sssh. I'm here. I'm okay. Don't cry."

I sobbed a little more, indulging a for a few seconds on his arms, then pushed him away until he stumbles back and fell on the couch.

"I wasn't crying because you're dead. I'm crying because you're alive!" I shouted at him while stomping on the floor. It was childish, I know. But the confusing feelings that are stirring inside me makes me act like a petulant child.

The look on his face says he took my words the wrong way.