I wake up from my lovely dream about Andy and I to a strange set of dim lights and the feel of a hand against my own. I turn to see whos it is and I realize its Andy's smooth perfectly moulded one. His middle finger painted like it always is for hope. "Hey" I mutter softly
"Hey" he replied in the voice he knows will make me melt. He succeeds at doing so. "You took quite a fall then. You scared me." He smiled with happiness at the thought of me still being alive.
"I'm fine" I lied. I was far from fine, my heart was racing and I was feeling faint.
"The amount of times I've heard that, and know its not true" he says slowly pulling up my sleeves and turning my arms over to the base. Revealing my scars and cuts on the underside. "Did the new ones happen in the fall...?"
I sighed "yes" another lie and he knew it. He glared at me as if he wanted the truth. "Fine they didn't happen in the fall, but it doesn't matter"
"It does to me..."
