She walked slowly and almost like she was avoiding stepping on fire across the carpet.
When her face came into view, some strings tugged at my heart.
She had been crying.
“Hey love. What's wrong?" I asked her once she walked into me and I wrapped my arms around her.
She gripped my shirt tightly and buried her face in my chest as she started sobbing again.
I was feeling very uneasy with her actions and I really wanted to make her stop.
“Hey, stop crying. Talk to me" I ran my hand through her hair as her grip tightened.
“I did s-something wrong" she mumbled.
“What did you do?" My curiosity was highly piqued.
"I.. I lied"
She lied?
That's why she's so sober?
Her mother really instilled manners in her.
“What did you lie about?” My lips lower to place a soft peck on the side of her
