Pallid
there goes my hero
"Rhys," she whines, turning her head to the side. "Rhys--mgn--I can't--hm--" I look down at her and she's crying, which isn't something she usually does while we're doing this. I touch her face and she just flinches, cries harder, shaking her head, so I stop and move over and she just won't stop crying, and I don't know what I did, because I barely even moved.
"Celeste?" Her answer is a quiet sob. "What'd I do? I'm sorry, honey, I--"
"It's not you!" she exclaims, face growing pink. "It's--It's not--" She throws herself back on the pillows, sighing, frustrated. "God, Rhys, it's not you."
"What's the matter, then?" She sniffles and wipes her face on the sheets, biting her lip as she hugs me tightly. I wrap my arms around her hesitantly, because I don't know what's going on. She cries herself to sleep in about five minutes.
I still don't know what just happened.
"Celeste?" Her answer is a quiet sob. "What'd I do? I'm sorry, honey, I--"
"It's not you!" she exclaims, face growing pink. "It's--It's not--" She throws herself back on the pillows, sighing, frustrated. "God, Rhys, it's not you."
"What's the matter, then?" She sniffles and wipes her face on the sheets, biting her lip as she hugs me tightly. I wrap my arms around her hesitantly, because I don't know what's going on. She cries herself to sleep in about five minutes.
I still don't know what just happened.