"What's there to say?" I asked him, he wrapped an arm around my waist and he let his hand settle on my stomach. "I don't like not knowing how you feel, so be honest with me from now on? Alright?"
"Scott, I've been broken for so long that I don't remember what it's like to be okay." He growled lowly so I placed my hand over his that rested on my stomach. "I've been pretending for so long that I don't know what it's like feel happy."
I brought his hand up and kissed it. "I've been trying for so long to convince myself that this can't last forever. But the years continued to drag on while I was imprisoned in still frames of the moments that broke me."
My eyes burned as I felt tears forming behind them. Scott let out a disapproving growl and I shivered at how it sounded. My skin littered it
