" You're not that... And we both know it Emma. " He states, his words strong, and for him holding complete meaning.
" I don't know that...I don't know anymore. " I whisper.
" Doesn't matter Emma. I know that. " He states with determination.
His eyes stride down, and he sees the broken recorder in my hand. The tiny pieces of glas had punctured my skin, causing blood to flow. Though I was way to lost to feel any physical pain at the moment.
" Your hands are f*****g bleeding Emma. " Lucas, exclaims. His blue orbs go wide with distress on seeing blood flowing so idly through them, where as it doesn't bother me much.
" It's not like I'll die. " I whisper, still lost.
" But you can get an infection. Do you have a first aid in your home? " He asks, and I shake my head positive even though
