LUTHER
"You didn’t tell me that."
I crouch in front of her, my hands aching to reach for her. To touch. To hold. To make her understand that she’s not alone in this. That I will never let her be alone in this.
But I don’t.
Because I know her.
I know that right now, if I touch her, she will break.
The others are already doing everything they needed to take down Theodus and secure the perimeter. I was left to take care of Amanda. I purposely told them to leave us because I wanted to talk to her.
I’ve been always an asshole. The cold, ruthless one but when I saw her crying earlier? It feels like my f*****g chest is being torn apart.
Goddess. Is it possible to love someone so much it f*****g hurts?
I clench my fists to keep from reaching for her. To keep from dragging her into my arm
