For the first time in a long while, I could hear myself think, and that was rarely a good thing.
Alex was still asleep when I got up. I cleaned him up and gave him some painkillers after our little session, earlier.His head rested against my pillow, one arm tucked under it, his breathing slow and steady.
I should’ve felt relief that he was safe. Instead, I felt restless. which was not a good thing. I scrubbed my palm over my face, trying to shove away the images from last night. The man’s eyes before he died, how good it felt to see him bleed from the cut I made and angry it ended quickly.
I couldn’t let Alex see that part of me. He is a tough nut to crack but I wasn't sure he could handle it.
He stirred a little, mumbling something under his breath before turning to the side. I smiled
