A Part Of Her

The door slams open just as I've fallen asleep, and it wakes me up instantly. I blink once, then twice, and a figure to the front of me catches my attention. I know without having to look twice that it's Kane.

His body is swaying, and it's only then that I realize he has a cup in his hand and reeks of alcohol.

I raise from the bed and ran to his side before he could fall to the ground.

I wince when the glass drops to the ground, and it makes a complete mess around us.

Kane's hands grip my waist tightly and pull my body closer to his. I gasp as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I know that I shouldn't be doing this. I know that I shouldn't care at all for him.

Still, I lift my hands to rub his back gently.

"Maya," he says my name in a painful whisper. "Maya," he says again.

I don't say anything; just continue to hold him in silence. I hate how much hearing my name from his lips affects me.

One of his hands goes to my hair, and he gently strokes it. He touches me like he's sca