Peace and friendship.

IRIS

Dylan pulled away from the embrace and led me toward the bed. He made me sit and did the same right next to me as well. Neither of us had said anything to the other yet and as we sat in the presence of each other, we watched time pass slowly, but I still couldn't bring myself to say anything. I must've been such a fool to have embarrassed myself by crying in his presence.

What would he think of me now? I should have just sucked in my emotions instead of letting them spiral out of control. Of all the things to do, I had to cry in the presence of Dylan. I wished that the ground would just open up and swallow me at this moment.

"Does crying in front of me really make you feel bad?" He asked out of the blue, and I was suddenly beginning to wonder if maybe he could hear my thoughts or if it was my imagination playing tricks on me. Else why on earth would he be asking such a question right after I had just thought about it?

"No," I replied and wiped the tears off my face aggressively.