Hi, everyone!

So, I decided to take some advice from a nice reader who reviewed my story and suggested that I try writing dialogue, although I'm not feeling very confident about it. I Hope you all like it. If not, just let me know. I don't mind criticism, I'm used to it!

Em-J

P.S: I took inspiration from 'the thin red line'(season one).

Disclaimer: I don't own the mentalist

Dedications:

1. My mum- sorry for annoying you with my mentalist theories, worries and hopes.( you like it really!) happy mother's day for April 3rd.

2, everyone who reads/reviews/likes my stories. You guys are amazing!

3. Jisbon fans- keep the hope!

Tears:

'There is no shame in crying'.

Katherine Blakely told me how she once said this to her husband. She didn't know how right she was. Because there is no shame in crying. Everyone does it at some point in there lives. Some even cry every day. Crying can help you relieve whatever emotions you have bottled up inside you. Crying can make you feel just that little bit better. It doesn't solve everything, but it helps. There is always that one time where you just give in and let the tears flow down your cheeks.

Tears come in different forms: tears of joy, happiness, love, anger, betrayal, loneliness, sadness. Pain. I have cried all these tears at some point in my life. I cried when she first said I love you. I cried when my daughter was born. I cried when she was taken away from me. I cried when I was all alone by myself. I cried when the nightmares came. I cried when I was healed.

After I got better, I promised myself one thing: no more crying. I had gotten my life back, and crying about things in the past would not help me to keep going forward. Crying would drag me back to the hell I lived in along time ago. The time when I was lost and alone. The time I had no-one. The time when the happy memories where tainted by the memories of that awful night. No, I will not cry anymore. At that time, I believed that crying was shameful. Was weak.

' it's ok…I'm right here'.

Today I broke my promise. It doesn't matter, because it was a stupid promise. Today I reminded myself that there is no shame in crying. That I was a fool to think that, when all my life up to that point I had never stopped the tears flowing. I guess I have Katherine to thank for. She's the reason I am sat here. She is the reason I am finally opening up to the only woman I have cared for since their deaths.

'it's ok Patrick, just let it all out…I'm here'.

She holds me tight, running a soft hand through my hair. Soothing me, reassuring me. She is patient, willing to do the talking until I pluck up the courage to tell her the story behind each drop of liquid that pours down my cheeks.

Today I cry mixed tears. They are tears of relief, as Red John has finally been caught. They are tears of sadness, as I think of all the pain he inflicted on my family. The suffering they endured at the hands of that monster. They are tears of anger, as I never got to make him suffer. To pay for what he did. To cut him open and watch him die slowly.

' shhh', it's ok, it's ok'.

My tears are also of happiness. They are tears of hope and joy. That chapter of my life is finally over. I can move on, with the happier memories of that time still fresh in my mind, but leaving enough room for future memories to be created. Memories with the team. More importantly, the memories of cherished moments I have yet to have with Teresa Lisbon: boss, colleague, best friend. The person I care about so much. The person I love.

I sit up straight and turn to face her. She wipes away the last few tears on my cheeks with a soft delicate touch. She smiles at me, encouragingly.

I am ready to tell her the story of my tears.

' I never thought I could move on…'

By Em-J.

Thank you for reading. I really hope you liked it. Sorry that it is short.