There was this intense feeling of anxiety that took over my mind as he held me there. His fingers were digging in my arm and it was slowly starting to hurt. But I was afraid of voicing it out. Because he seemed ready to burst like a bomb. He was looking at me, and somehow, It felt like he did not see me at all.
“Seth?” I manage to whisper as I reach my hand to his, hesitantly touching his bloodied knuckles.
He blinks and seems to snap back to reality, staring at me a bit unsure. His grip suddenly eases and he rubs my arm slowly as a gentle and unspoken apology for hurting me.
“Are you alright?” I ask again, as his hand moves away from my arm and immediately hides in his pocket, his eyes watching me with caution. Did he think I was just going to drop it now?
I scoff and click my tong
