He pinned me to his chest, wrapped one arm behind my back, and tenderly stroked my hair with the other.
"Katy, what's the matter? Why are you so upset? " His voice sounds worried.
I stepped away from him, trying to wipe my tears away.
I don't like crying in front of other people. I wanted to be tough, but he simply grabbed my hand and twirled me around to face him. With his fingers, Mark wiped away my tears.
"What's wrong, baby? Tell me, talk to me. " He demands
I looked at him with watery eyes, a sorrowful face, a shattered self, and murmured, "I... I'm going to miss my house." Tears begin to pour like a river down my cheeks, and my runny nose gets active. I tried to stop myself from crying by inhaling and exhaling numerous deep breaths, but I couldn't.
He looks at me and keeps hims
