NIRELLE
His body stiffens and then begins to relax, and before I know it, he is wrapping his hands across my body in return. I feel the plastic bag drop to the floor beside our legs, but I do not move away. I really do not know how I was hugging him because the thought of this kind of intimacy scared me a bit, but my urge to console him was greater than the feeling of fear in me.
"I am sorry," I hear him whisper into my hair, and I hate that he is apologising. It did not matter how much I looked at it; he had treated me just right, and every time, all I had managed to do was drag his name through the mud every single time. His grip on me became stronger, as if he was scared I'd disappear into thin air if he let me go.
"I am sorry too," I say again, and after a while, we both feel comfor
