Zan looks at me like he is lost and afraid, I slowly make my way to him looking at him stopping just a few feet away, "You're scared of me, aren’t you?" He looks at me with disbelief “What? No, Sin I am not scared of you just…” he stops himself and looks down to the floor running his hand through his hair and sighs."It’s just what?" I asked, not taking my eyes off him, my heart feels like it's in a vice in my chest, squeezing ever so tighter as the moments go by, waiting for him to tell me he no longer can or wants to be my friend.
“I’m not scared of you sin. I am scared of what you will think of me,” he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed, placing his face in his hands, his elbows resting on his knee's. I am confused about why he would be scared of what I think. Only if he knew how
