"Stop!".
"Hey" I awoke to a soft dry voice whispering something I didn't hear, to my ears, face inches away from mine, breathe warm, and I felt warmth as I breathe in the air that lifted something heavy off my chest.
I nestled closer as he patted my arms lightly before he responded by wrapping his arm around me, lifting my head to lay on his shoulder, putting me in a more comfortable position than I was.
Suddenly the air became rough and I choked, my chest hurt, and I feel sick as the moment before which seemed to have reignited an ache in my heart the moment my mind traveled back to the incident before. I jerked, trying to open my closed eyes. All I saw was a shadow bearing Cuba's face, holding me so tight as I tried to pull free. "Get off me! ". I yelled asleep. My voice sounded weak and tiny.
