This tiny bit of light was like the only hope and brightness in this dark room.
"I don't know," John Fame replied, "But I do know that you used to...hurt more than me."
He took her hand, pressed it heavily onto her shoulder.
Lissy Lock felt something was wrong as he forcefully pressed on her shoulder, the touch felt off.
It was as if something was under his coat, pricking her.
His low and muffled voice echoed in her ears, "So, Lissy, would you feel better if I bore all the pain and grievances you've been through again?"
Lissy felt a pang in her heart, sensing something wasn't right.
She withdrew her hand from his palm, quickly slipped it under his coat, feeling the spot on his shoulder.
Now she understood why her touch felt off before, as if something was prickling.
Two centimeters below John Fame's shoulder was covered with layers of bandages.