Kylo’s POV:
A few seconds roll by, my skin pricking up in worry and my tattoos feeling abnormally silent. Amber’s eyes have shifted between me and the rock that holds the remnants of blood lost so many years ago. I can tell by the tightness of her jaw, the way her shoulders have tensed and even the sorrow in her eyes that she is trying to understand my tragic loss, trying to perhaps think about what this means and take it in to help understand me. Surely she knows she will never understand me though? Surely she knows that I but a clump of mess, doomed to only bring misfortune to all those around me.
“Amber, say something.” I plead softly, not feeling comfortable with the silence consuming my warped soul. Maybe I have warned her off for good now. Perhaps she will reject me and then ever
