| michael’s pov |
“Do you feel better?” She asked, as she dabbed a wet towel at the bottom of my eyes. Belle told me earlier that this would probably help reduce the swelling, but I didn’t really care. I was at home.
I just didn’t like the fact that she had to see me like that.
I nodded, making a faint sound to let her know I agreed. My voice was hoarse, so I would have sounded so sickly if I had spoken.
“It’s good to cry once in a while, you know? So don’t feel embarrassed, if you are embarrassed.” If I could only open my eyes, I bet I would’ve seen her giving me a smile.
She tried her best to make me feel better, the whole duration of her time here, and I was thankful for that.
Though I did feel ashamed, she didn’t laugh at me. She didn’t say anything about how much of a loser
