She grabbed the end of his shirt and lifted it up. He complied, though he turned his head away when she accessed his wound. It couldn’t have been that bad if he was still conscious. Yeah, it hurt like a b***h, but the blade must have have only went in an inch. He sounded as if he was trying to justify his own attack on himself. Maybe it was like that. He hadn’t given if much thought. This whole night seemed as if it had happened in a second. He didn’t have the time to rethink anything or trying reason with himself.
She was here though. It made things better in some weird way. And if she wanted to play as his savior he wasn’t going to deny her the right. Though annoying, he liked the way her soft touch reminded him of more pleasant times. Since he lost his memory, all that mattered was ma
