(Elodie)
I stared down at Beckett. Watching his back rise and fall gently with every breath he took as this sense of sadness settled deep in my gut. I couldn't sleep. Not even before I found Beckett outside. I kept feeling these nagging thoughts pulling me out of bed, like my body was in some type of trance, wanting to go to him.
How can I be so attached to someone I barely know? Because after tonight, I am starting to realize I really don't know much about Beckett. And yet, I still somehow feel closer to him than I ever have to anyone else in my life.
I could see the hurt and pain he was going through. The way his body trembled and his eyes widened with fear and hopelessness. This wasn't about his injury from the game. It was something much deeper. Something he seemed to be troubled by
