Serayah Morgan.
Linda clutches me to her again as I glance back, wondering if Roar has already returned. I want to see him, again. I am not lying. I want to speak to him. Wait…what am I even thinking? It’s only been a few minutes since he left to get ready. I press my hand to my chest where my heart is racing—thudding, in and out, it’s too much. When I laid eyes on him, I couldn’t breathe.
Normally, it's just fear and anger that steams between us but today, it was different. It’s like I missed him as if I did not just see him yesterday.
During that short conversation at the sink, I was in the air he breathed. And he was the air I breathed. We…we have never been like that before. I have never seen him ask how I feel? Neither have I ever, ever cared about how he was doing but there I was
