We stayed like that for what seemed like hours. When I finally managed to calm down the tears, I pulled away from his soaked top and let go of his hand. I wiped at my puffy red eyes with the back of my hand and sniffed before adding an ironic laugh at the beginning of my sentence.
"Sorry, I've made a mess of your shirt," He smiled weakly at me before resting his arm on the side of my chair near my face and then bringing his thumb up to my cheek creasing it and finally wiping away a strand of hair that had fallen to cover my eyes. I looked away out to the window. I felt ashamed to tell anyone that my parents planned to lie to me, I felt ashamed that I had broken down like that in front of him and I hated the pity in his eyes.
"What's up Fay?" He asked softly. I didn't answer him, How coul
