#Chapter355
I realize her posture is stiff and kinda heart wrenching, in the way she’s defensively holding her palms up. It’s like she’s waiting on me to punch her in the face or grab her in some way and it cuts me to the core. That wide eyed panic that she’s trying not to show, the shallow breaths and slight tremble. It hits me in the gut, that she is this afraid of me getting close to her, that she thinks I may do something to her. She’s completely terrified in this second, skin drained white, eyes huge and wounded, and I don’t think one girl has ever made me feel so god damn fucked up in one look, or so guilty with it.
