Avelina painfully smiled at him and walked past him to the closest to pack her things.
Draven turned around and stared at her with widened eyes, lost in his own thoughts—in the bizarre emotions surging through him. He wanted to say a lot—to say so much more to her, to make her understand, but he couldn't seem to get a word out.
He'd never been in such an emotional situation before and had absolutely no idea how to handle it. He was at a complete loss for words and could not seem to form even a single proper sentence to utter.
He swallowed hard and took continuous, deep breaths to calm himself down.
"Avelina—" He tried to say something, but Avelina cut him off, unwilling to hear him out.
"Draven, please take me home. I'm begging you," she glanced at him with pleading teary eyes. "I am tired. Please."
