Drake could feel her chest heaving heavily in his chest. He no other words of comfort to say to her. He seemed to had ran out of words. He kept stroking her back gently, with a generous amount of comforting gestures his toxic brain could lease him.
Suddenly, her chest which was heaving to the rhythm of her tears stopped. Drake didn't notice in the first place until she stopped crying.
WHAT'S HAPPENED?
He didn't act yet. He was waiting for the next line of action. She pulled away from him without warning, taking two conscious steps back.
"Chloe, are you alright?"
He moved closer but she walked back from him.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?
He couldn't help but wonder. He noticed that she couldn't even look him in the eyes. He felt like a strange man who had faeces all over his body. Yea! That was how she made him feel.
"Chloe?"
