I press myself even further into the wall when he takes a step towards me. A whimper unintentionally escapes my throat. I can only imagine how weak I appear to him. However, he doesn't look much better. Behind his eyes, he is broken. Perhaps not as much as I am, but he doesn't get out of this completely unscathed.
He stops mid stride and holds his hands up in front of him, allowing me to see he won't come any further. If he does, I am sure to break all over again.
"I'm just here to talk," he says. "I won't come any further if you will prefer it."I don't speak. I am afraid to. My voice can't hold up speaking to him. If I do, everything I have buried deep inside of me will come spilling out with my words. Instead of answering, I just nod and he understands. He drops his hands and sits on t
