Being vexed, a sea

Distressed, Jean allowed her to take the tinder box. He looked shamefully away, because, he loved books as much as she did. "I know, he replied gently, heartbrokenly to her speech, sucking in a wet breath. He wiped his eyes again, and leaned into her arms. He turned his head to the side as to keep his wet face off of her cloths.

It was then in the midst of this compassion, where he wasn't expecting any, that Jean suddenly fell apart. He had thought, in a whirlwind, he could burn it all and move on with the coldness The Game required. But in Professor Jolfy's embrace, his whole body seemed to buckle, his eyes squeezed shut, and a great sting to his chest needled him. Fresh tears erupted down his cheeks, flowing with vicious fury, and his breath became tangled with wet sobs. I... can't... t-talk... about... it, was all he could manage, feeling like he owed it to her like one might owe excuses for tardiness or lack of quality in work. But even the very idea that he couldn't made him sob harder. He felt pitiful and pathetic, but more largely, he felt like a terrible weight had settled in his chest and was eating him from the inside out. He just knew he couldn't bear to look at these volumes. In a few moments, his breathing calmed, and he pulled away and found a handkerchief to make full and immediate use of as quickly possible. He still sniffled, but meekly Jean looked towards her for guidance.

But Professor Jolfy... I'll look out of my mind if I go traipsing around outside with a big chest to bury, let alone, a big pile of books. And what if someone sees me doing it? And what if someone goes and digs it up? And what will they think and do when they see what all of them are.... He trailed off, shame stopping him, and he stiffened once more between his teacher and the book pile. Love stories. 

You know how they are here. I'll look like I'm hiding something. Which he was.