"You alright?" Casey questioned, her head tilting to the side curiously. I nodded, one hand coming around to fold over my torso, as it was habit now. "Can I ask you something" she questioned quietly, and when I looked back over to her, her eyes were watching her hands.
"Sure" I answered quietly, closing my eyes again.
"What's that scar from?" she whispered.
My eyes snapped open again, my gaze quickly locking onto her face but she wasn't looking at me. "I-I don't like to talk about it" I mumbled, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth anxiously.
"I'm sorry" she muttered quickly. "it's just- my mum had the same scar when the buried her" I felt my eyes widen a bit at her words and I found myself sitting up next to her.
"Your mum had this?" I questioned.
She nodded
"Well" I sighed heav
