Scarlett
I wiped the lone tear that escaped from my eye and stood up before tucking the blanket around him. I had already cleaned and bandaged the cut on his arm after he had went to sleep, knowing from where it came. I didn't want to believe it and I was doing everything to keep my mind off it. I was telling the truth when I said that I’d be here when he wakes up, but for now I have to get away from him, I couldn't sit beside him. It was too much. Looking at him, so weak and vulnerable wasn’t sitting well with me. I never thought that there’d come a time when I’d fall for someone like this, that his pain would become mine. That even the thought of something happening to him would make me wish to leave this world with him. He was the stranger and an arsehôle. A cold blooded killer who was
