"I WANT TO KNOW WHY, EMILY." Grayson asked again.
Even if she hadn't turned her cheek to him, she wouldn't be able to see him. Unshed tears turned her vision watery and staring at the wooden floor has become a key objective in keeping them just that: unshed.
She shook her head. "There is nothing to know."
She waited for his outraged objection. For another outburst maybe, telling her how stupid she was and how keeping a secret would only break harm to others, only a person who is heartless would such a thing? That's what they all say at least.
Her blurry eyes widen when he placed his hand on her shoulder. "If it takes you to make him feel something, then I want to know." He said, pushing her for answers. Which she expected, he defiantly didn't seem like the type to give up.
