LAURA'S POV
After a series of nightmares the previous night, I noticed Bryan kept to himself all day. I had to cover up for him during breakfast and lunch. When I got to his room that evening, he was on the bed, and his eyes looked puffy.
“Bryan, is everything okay?” I asked, and he stared up at me.
“Baby…”
“Leave me alone,” he said softly, his voice breaking at the edge.
“You don't mean that. You're just looking for a way to vent. Don't push me away, Bryan,” I said, and he stared at me.
“Why? Why shouldn't I? Isn't that all I'm good at?” he fired back angrily, and I stared at him.
“What's going on in that head of yours, Mr.?” I asked, trying to ease the tension.
“I don't wanna talk about it,” he said softly.
“How do you intend to help yourself if you don't wanna talk about it, Br
