Ben-kneels and puts my hand in her cheek- Its ok...what matters its tht you did your best to save her...shes probably in some place better...away from all the evil...
Ben-lets her cry on my shoulder then i take a tear of your cheek, and smiles- Much better...theres a happy girl im glad to see
Ben-helps her pick up her glasses and makes hand contact with her- -blushes a bit staring at your eyes-
Marisol: *Slips her gloves off, blinking*. I think I have to go take the body to the morgue... I'll talk to you later... *Runs off, crying silently*