There was silence between the two as Odessa wiped off the wounds on his hands.
It was like he got into a battle with some animals, and he wasn't healing on time.
She quietly cleaned them, expecting him to tell her where he got the wounds from, but they both kept mute.
“So you won't tell me what caused these bruises and wounds?”
She said to him, making him look at her.
But he buried his head, looking down at the floor.
“Desmond,” she called, and he slowly looked up at her.
“Answer me, will you?”
“You'll just leave like the rest of them if I tell you.”
He replied calmly, and at the same time, anger hinted in his tone.
“They haven't even learned who I am, and they all ran from me. How am I sure you won't do the same when you find out?”
“Who's telling you that nonsense?”
She looked
