Lana’s Point of View
“What are you doing here?” I asked curiously as I tried to wrench my arms from Christian’s grip, but he didn’t let me.
His other free hand pointed towards the departing bus, one that my little brothers boarded home.
“I saw you talking to some boys,” He muttered, and then his eyes narrowed at me, leaning in to cup my face, his touch tender against my face. “Wait, are you crying?”
I shook my head, trying to blink back the tears that welled in my eyes. Christian’s gaze was oddly gentle, and seeing such vulnerability in his eyes made me burst into tears.
“Hey… Hey…” He checked around, his eyes searching for something or someone, but I suddenly didn’t care that I was in public.
I sobbed hard, and he just hugged me very tightly, cooing softly in my ears.
“Stop crying,
