*Laya's P.O.V.*
Why hasn't he said anything yet? How can he just sit there speechless? "Are you going to say anything or what?" I found myself saying. I was so upset, and Bryan acts so calm. Like he's such a killer, yet nothing hurt him more. I walked to a near by window, that was close to my bed side. It was peaceful outside, calming. In this room although, was a diaster wanting to wreak the lives of, both me and Bryan. I heard his foot step walking towards me. I wanted to turn to see his face, but mt body told me not to move. "Laya." My name slipped from his lips. He sounded as if he was hurt, hurt by the fact he lied to me. His arms wrapped around my waist, his head rested on one of my shoulders. "I missed you, the real you. Not the person who breaks down in fear, the girl who is stubborn, out-going, and caring. I'm glad you finally found her again. Laya, I'm sorry, you have to believe me." He sounded like he was a lost child, searching for their mother. That's what he was, wasn't he? Had i really lost myself? I looked out, "don't move," I kept reminding myself. He held me close to his body, I could feel his chest rising and falling. I felt a drop of water fall on my shoulder, he was cryng.
*Bryan P.O.V*
Am I crying? I've never cried before, not in public, not infront of anyone. Then again, I didn't have much emotion until Laya came. "Oh look, the killer boy is crying, dumbass." The voice came back. "Just do what you were paid for, you'll get out of this anyways. You always do." I shook my head, trying to erase the voice from my mind. Laya's body was so small, I felt like I was going to break her. I wanted to hold her closer to me yet, something told me to give her space. I didn't want that. I didn't want to give her space, she'll run away from me. Like everyone else. "Bryan, tell me what's going on. That's all I'm asking for, the truth. Don't I deserve the truth?" Hearing her asking me that, broke my heart. She was worth so much more than she has. "You deserve much more." I found myself saying. She turned her body, so we're now face to face. I could see her beauitful face infront of me. "Then tell me, what's going on? What are you hiding from me?" She sounded so betrayed, with her huge eyes, just looking at me. "What's happening to me? How can one girl make me feel, like a human?" I kept asking myself, looking into her beaming eyes. "Let's sit down, this could take awhile," I said forcing myself to smile at her. We walked to her bedside, and we took a seat. I sat near her, afraid to let her escape from me, again. She shouldn't have to hear about this, she shouldn't- couldn't take everything I was about to tell her, yet she still wanted to know. My deepest darkest secrets about to pour out before me, to Laya. Yet, she still looked as calm as ever. She sat there, waiting for me to speak. Although, all I could do was look at her, waiting until I could fnd the words to explain to her, everything I was. Correction, everything I am.
