Elliot was leaning against his car then started walking my way once he saw me and I had my arms wrapped around his waist after he reached out to me. I buried my face against his chest while he held me and I remember that earlier I didn’t want him to touch me, but now that he’s holding me, I just wanted to be under his arms. I guess being held like this was comforting me more than I thought it would and it wasn’t fair that I’ve been keeping a distance from people that care about me. I wondered to myself and thought why I didn’t want this; just being held and comforted.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly as he patted my back to calm me.
“It’s not okay. I’m not fine. First, it was about staying with my dad then I bought up that conversation that was just embarrassing in the end. I just let all that get to me and it probably isn’t that big of a deal as it should be.” I said.
