Bailey
Everything sounded muffled, like I had been submerged in water and left there to breathe. Slowly, the vibrance in the room came back and Welwyn came into focus again.
“Are you okay?” Welwyn asked. He was staring at me like he could tell that something had gone wrong. I was speechless, I tried to shake my head, to clear my thoughts. “I'm fine,” I lied through my teeth. “You sure?”
“I'm okay. I'm just tired. I really want to freshen up and go to bed.”
He stared at me, his facial structure becoming more prominent as he moved closer. My heart pulled my rib cage, the rigging feeling causing my legs to shuffle backward.
He stopped, sighed. “I’m sorry, I'll leave you to rest,” He said, and turned towards the door.
“Welwyn?” I called, he paused and angled his face toward me, his back
