|Tamara|
“You’re really here,”
“I am…obviously. Are you alright?" I immediately throw out a question after remembering exactly the reason I came for him.
Geoff could not spare me an answer right away. His eyes fluttered for a moment as if he’s taking his time to believe that I’m now really in front of him. I quickly distracted myself when I began to check on him. He said that he cut himself with a glass. Where? On his feet? In his hand? My gaze flew to his hand and there was no sign that he was injured there. So I looked down at his feet. And when I saw nothing, I looked back at his face.
Is he kidding me? It was as if the cold suddenly enveloped me that he could have just made an excuse for me to come here. But wait, he told me he stepped on it right?
"You have any wounds?" I aske
