"It's okay," she cried, "It's okay," she cried to herself, repeating her muffled words over and over...and over again.

Tears burned her tired eyes, slipping down her cheeks in a painfully slow way. The tears wouldn't fall at the rate they came, and they clouded her vision of the scenery beyond her window.

A familiar voice, one she didn't know on a personal level, played through her speakers. That voice was her source of consolation. That voice was her air to breathe when she felt she couldn't reach any farther.

"It's okay," she repeated, trying to build a wall around the pain. "You'll be okay," she told herself, "You'll be okay. Just hang on."

She cried, unable to open her eyes, bottom lip trembling from the jolt inside, "Just hang on."

She never wiped her tears away after they had stopped falling. She just existed as she was, hanging on to all she could.