A Lady in Distress

Katya

I would have been ashamed if I had any more of that feeling left.

The pain which spread all over my body and crippled me, had already dominated my senses and taken every other thing away from me.

Humiliation, shame? Screw them all.

I sobbed into his chest, his arm reaching out to cup my waist, steadying me, keeping me from crashing into the floors.

He said nothing after the question he asked, one which had gone unanswered. He simply allowed me to cry, the rain drowning out the sounds of my sobs.

I didn't know how long I stayed there, weeping, hitting his back without any attempt from him to defend himself or stop me, but by the time I stopped, my throat was parched.

"Do you feel better?" He asked calmly, and I wondered if I had imagined the gentleness in his tone.

It had to be my emotions messing with my head.

But when I lifted my head from his shoulder, realizing how drenched I was, his stormy green eyes stared at me, closely.

"Bastard." I ground out as soon as I