OWAIN LUTHER
She tried twisting her wrist free, but I didn’t let it go. Instead, I pulled her closer, my hand pinned her, pressing her against my chest. Her breath mixed with mine, her face trapped just inches from me. She had no space left to hide again.
“Did he try something again? Did he hurt you?” I asked, my voice still steady on the outside, though I was holding back the fury inside.
“Y-You’re…” her eyes dropped, lingering on my lips. “You’re too close, Owian,” she whispered, barely a sound.
“If you don’t answer me, I’ll make you. You know I can do that, right?”
“I don’t want to talk about it… I don’t even want to think about it. Why do you keep pushing?” Her eyes snapped back to mine, and I caught the wet glimmer of tears building there. “Why won’t you just leave me alone?”
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