"I'm sorry…" I constantly mutter under my breath, holding onto her frame. Her gentle hand kept stroking my hair, comforting me.
"It's alright," she whispered through the kiss that was put on my forehead. I wanted to open my eyes, but I was scared. I was too scared even to face her after what I had done. I don't know what overcame me. The urge to rip into her flesh; everything felt so ecstatic in the moment, but now, the mere thought of it makes my stomach turn. I don't want to open my eyes because I am too scared to look at her blood drenching our bedsheets.
I clung to her and pulled her closer to me with my shaking hands. How does she still put up with this? Is she not scared of what just happened? I was the one who just hurt Ai, I should be the one who should be comforting her. I should have been the one asking if she was okay. If anything, I should be the one looking after her. Why is she so calm after all this?
