~ A M E L I A ~
As I watched Everett walk away, my line of vision was immediately taken over by Hudson speeding over to me.
‘Are you OK?’ Hudson said, cupping my face in his hands, ‘You looked so upset at one point, I was-’
‘I’m OK,’ I choked out, gripping his wrists, ‘I’m OK…’
Hudson dropped his hands from my face and took hold of mine, taking me away from the dance floor and away from the crowds. We stood on the edge of the festivities, on the borderline of the forest, ‘What did he say to you?’
Dropping my head, I couldn’t look at Hudson without wanting to just fall apart.
Don’t cry. You can not cry.
I had felt ready to tell Sammy, not everything, but enough to make her feel like she knew me. And, if all went well, I'd tell the rest of the group, including Hudson. Now Everett kno
