We stood next to each other for what felt like an awkward minute, I pursed my lip trying to think of what to say.
Seeing a red stain trickle down his face. I squinted my eyes to get a closer look. Which in turn made his face flush harder he brought his hands up to his chest looking away shyly. I could see the red stain better, noticing it was blood.
I gasped, "you're bleeding!" I panicked, grinding my teeth nervously a bit as I looked for something to wipe it off. Thinking I had hurt him badly.
He casually rubbed his head, smearing the liquid onto his palm, a certain look of aloofness seeing his blood. He then smiled at me.
"I guess I am bleeding" he gave a dry laugh. I was petrified at the way he just said it passively. I tore my gown and got a small piece of fabric from it. He looked mortified at me. That was what it took for him to react.
"your dress.." he shouted.
