Together

When you are sad

I may not be able to make you laugh

But the least I can do

Cry with you

Wolverine

He looked down with an intense expression of pain on his face. Small pores formed in the space between his knuckles. Pores expanded to become bigger gaps, with a red outline and blackness inside. He gave a cry of pain, as blades, 3 in each hand, rushed  from the gaps. They were a foot long, giving off shine which was blinding to the eyes. It was painful, yet empowering.

Suddenly, a kitten stretched out her soft hand and touched his hair.

There was silence and rain.