He carried me from the glass room to my bedroom.
I was still shaking, with my face buried in his neck and clinging to him tightly.
My body was already gone and I felt completely boneless. It was a crazy struggle trying to hold myself up at all.
He nudged the door open with his shoulder and carried me straight through to my bathroom.
He set me down gently on the closed toilet lid.
I was still crying softly and trembling, and I could not just stop.
My shorts and tank top were completely soaked and destroyed, and my hair was tangled, with my face was filled with tears.
I felt completely wrecked.
He knelt in front of me, bringing us to eye level with mine, and his hands resting on my knees.
"Look at me."
I lifted up my eyes.
They were red and swollen from all the crying.
"I'm goi
