"Mag. What are you doing?" He squinted.
My breath had stopped, so as my heartbeat.
"N-Nothing." I stuttered and hid my hand with the weapon quickly behind me.
It was at that moment it dawned on him that I had a knife to his chest while he was asleep.
The disappointment that printed on his face tasted like sour in my throat.
He drew in a deep breath, veins popping up in his neck.
"Magnolia, I am supposed to trust you." He faltered.
He was staring brazenly into my eyes; his were filled with pain. It scratches my inside. I didn't know what to say to solve this knot I had tied.
"I am sorry, I wasn't going to do it. I—" He interrupted by abruptly jolting up to his feet. It was startling so were his now ablaze eyes.
I didn't know of desperation until I crawled out of bed and hurri
