19. Progress

My hair is still dripping wet as I lean over Seb, trying to get him to stay still so I can treat his wounds. After pulling me out of the water earlier, he immediately fussed over me getting changed and demanded to talk to me alone, much to our friends' protests. I can't really blame them, though. Seb's random whims have always been frustrating, but he just disappeared on us for three days. This is not to mention that he still owes us an explanation. About my diary, about why he just suddenly showed up beaten and bruised.

"I returned your journal, by the way. It's on the foot of your bed back home." Seb says quietly, wincing as I put pressure on the cuts on his face. Jesus. What had he done for someone to beat him up like this?

Without warning, I start to cry, all that worrying for the past three days just bursting out of my chest. I don't even care that he lied about having my diary and keeping it a secret anymore. I realize that I'm just really glad that he's okay.

I punch him we