I stared blankly as I saw the confusion etched on Kylo's face. He looked from the knife on the ground, then to my face, and then back to the knife again.
He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it back, seeming uncertain.
Shit, Isleen what the fuck were you thinking?!
Did I... Was I about to...?
"Isleen, are you crying?" Kylo asked, his worry almost palpable. I touched my face, only then realizing that the tears that I'd been struggling to hold back had begun flowing out.
I whimpered, struggling to say something. Anything. But all that came out of my lips was a constrained sob, as the tears began flowing out freely.
"Oh, Isleen," Kylo muttered, closing the distance between us. He drew me into an embrace, hushing me gently, telling me it was okay.
But I wasn't okay, was I?
