"Go!"
I shake my head, swallowing hard. "No."
"I'll go then."
"That's not happening either." I say, grabbing his arm tightly before he even gets to the door.
My grip loses its strength in time. The only things with motion are our eyes, which main objective is to find each other's gaze.
"Eric." He pleads with a shaky breath.
"You didn't kill anyone, Noah."
He purses his lips together in frustration, his eyes starting to get watery.
"You don't know."
"Let me know then. I always tell you everything, why can't you trust me?"
"Because you might hate me, that's why." He snaps out.
"I'll never hate you." The light in his blue pupils fades away a bit, causing my knees to weaken. "You know what? Don't even tell me if you don't want to, but don't keep it a
