“Fuck, this is killing me,” his gravel voice penetrating the only noise of rain hitting the dirt. “I’m s-sorry,” I sniffle, trying to compose myself as I take deep breaths of his scent, letting it soothe me. “Don’t,” he says, kissing my head lightly. “I’m not mad at you. I just want to know what happened. Seeing you hurt and upset is eating me alive right now.”
