"It's okay if you burst out by now... you can." Sean gripped his wrist. The skin underneath his palms was soft, and it wasn't tainted with marks. With scars. Friya quivered her bottom lip, and she hitched her breath. The tears broke out in her eyes, simultaneous with wriggling her hands out of his hold. The counselor rolled up a tissue from the rack and gave it to her.
She sobbed. Friya doesn't want to open it, but the music inside the booth was closely finishing up.
"There's something I need to reveal to everyone, but I don't know how. And it made me dazed out for a while now, thinking maybe it could ruin the company I have attained from you guys." Friya wiped her face with the tissue as her tears bursted out. She didn't know what to do and just sniffed it out. Sean looked at the counselor again, and he did the same thing.
