Ava froze on the spot when she heard him. With a shake of her head, she turned around. "No, no. You can't see the wounds."
He furrowed his brows and asked,
"Why? Is that in your lower back? Is this why you are feeling shy?"
Ava did not know if this boy understood what he was saying. She pushed him slightly and wiped away her tears.
She shook her head and replied,
"Look, I know you are drunk. But I think you should go back to the party. My wounds don't have to do anything to you."
Saying that, she attempted to move, but he placed both of his hands beside her head.
As he gazed into her eyes, it appeared as though he was trying to see something within them. She could not understand what. But there was no way she would let him do what he wanted.
"Am I too bad that you are running away
