digital-dust

“Stop crying.” He said harshly as if reading my mind. I was shaking so badly I couldn’t form words, if I could I would have told him to fuck off. He grabbed the sides of my face suddenly and held me so I had to face him. I met his eyes and his features had softened slightly. “What did he tell you?” He asked gruffly, as if he was attempting to ease his harshness. I opened my mouth, trying to form words. “I-I’m… going to die…” I managed though I wasn’t sure he understood. His brows furrowed and I could see the anger coming back. “I’m not going to hurt you, Vita.