Eighty Three

I was sitting outside the door with my arms wrapped around my knees staring blankly at the floor. I don't know how many minutes or hours I have been there.

When I heard footsteps coming, I was brought back to the present.

“Casslie?”

I stood up from the seat, and ran to Blake with the tears I hadn't let out for a while.

"What happened?" He hugged me tight to make me feel better.

But I didn't say anything except burst into tears. And he didn't ask any more questions. He caressed my back, and just him comforting me and the silence was what I needed.

I was drinking the water he handed me, and consumed it. He sat at my side with his arm wrapped around my shoulder.

"And then you came here. What did your grandma say? Did he find out?”

I shook my head. I leaned my head against him and tried not to cry. I'm not emotional like him but I was changed. Maybe, when you bottled everything in and you can't take it anymore, maybe that's why.

"I can't think of anywhere else to go without you,"