“I’m scared,” Marc stares as the woman closes her eyes, voice almost a whisper as a lone tear fell and something in him stopped. Not breaking the contact Marc reached her side, “I… I am too… it’s been a while since I’ve felt like this…” he cups her chin, hoping she’d open up to him.
All of the words earlier came as a surprise to him. This side was the side he buried deep down after Hannah had hurt him. Yet right now, this part of him wanted to be seen by Amaya and cherish her.
“Please Marc… I’m tired of fighting you but I’m…” she bites her bottom lip, the tears escaped her closed lids. “Do I remind you so much of him? Did he hurt you that bad?” he didn't want her crying but her bright blue-grey eyes instead.
“Amaya please tell me,” he pleads when she shakes her head at his question, a s
