Wow, Skye. He kneels in front of me, ready to put one of his huge, strong hands on my knees. I recoil suddenly before I catch myself. Someone normal doesnt react like that at the mere possibility of an innocent touch. Okay, Im going to sit on your friends bed. He does just that, his eyes locked with mine. I have the sense Im trapped and I dont like it. I dont want to ever feel like that again. You should go, I say, my voice wavering and barely above a whisper.He takes a sip of his coffee absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving my face. I dont drink mine. I dont even feel the mug between my hands. I feel nothing besides the hammering of my heart in my chest. Im having difficulty breathing, and my forehead and neck are sweaty under my hair.Can I say something before I go? he asks me in a voice calmer than he must feel if I take into account his clenched fist and the shaking of his hand holding the mug of coffee. I just nod, not sure Im able to mutter a word through the lump in my throat. Im not the enemy. Im not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know youre already hurting, but Im someone willing to hear you and understand you. I want to be able to help.
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Stephanie Witter, Patch Up.