She was surprised as her legs gave in and her backside hit the floor. Had he really let go…and kissed her? Coughing and sputtering, she raised her fingertips to her throat as she regathered her thoughts. Were his own emotions confusing him…? He may as well be upset, though…if she looked at things from his point of view…things became a little clearer.
A thoughtful look came across her face as she gently touched her neck…Belle could already feel the bruises forming. Although her voice was weak from Reiji nearly crushing her windpipe, she stood and made her way over to him, in a tone just above a whisper,
“It’s okay.”
Removing her hand from her throat, she used it to tenderly caress his cheek.
His hands shaking and his eyes stared in bewilderment. What does he need to do? He has to act quickly. Standing there will not get him anywhere. Reiji presses his lips together into a thin line as he breathes through his nose.
He has to calm down.
His emotions are getting the best of him. These petty emotions. The bane of his existence.
Suddenly, he could feel something warm brush against his cheek. The man instinctively grabs Belle’s wrist, pulling her hand away for that moment. It’s not that he didn’t like her touch… It didn’t feel right.
Not this moment.
“…Please leave.”
He never thought words can wound after all.