He slowly hits his forehead on the table, rhythmically. His fists are clenched. His eyes, squeezed shut... not letting a single drop of tear fall on the surface. He bites his tongue, quickly wipes the little drop of tear from the corner of his eyes. He feels like crying out a river, but like a dam- he holds back the flow.
When his insides stop churning, he slowly looks up. His eyes dart throughout the room in search for someone's presence. Realizing no one was there, he lets out a sigh of relief.
He says to himself, "No witness to worry about this time, huh?" A smirk forms in his lips, the one of relief. Another silent crime , without anyone noticing. Another silent cry, without a sound being heard.
Being the 'Strong one' was never easy.