And then out of nowhere, as fragile as she already was, she shattered. She let her dad see her cry, and only her dad. Scott had no idea and she wanted to keep it that way. "He can’t be dead" she spoke, over and over again. She gripped her dad’s jacket and with wide eyes looked at him, as she was carried to her room. "He can’t be dead. He can’t be dead. He can’t be dead. He can’t be dead. He can’t be dead.” She felt as if she couldn’t say this enough, if she stopped, it’ll become true. He was her heaviest secret. The one that carried weight on her heart and left in her room. He just can’t be, so she cried and cried and cried and her brain spinned and spinned and spinned until the faint line of his face in her mind left her sleeping.
So she did. He was hurt and somehow only her name came to his mind. With their backs against the wall she would glance at him to make sure he was still awake, and if he wasn’t she wouldn’t mind. He kept his eyes closed, and she could she the steady rise and fall of his chest. He seemed from a completely different planet- she would never understand him. She dismissed the thought from her head. They never spoke, the only thing that went on between them was the comfortable silence. The last time they had done this he was so close to kissing her, except he didn’t. His hand was fisted and instead he punched a hole in the wall. She was the hunter’s daughter. "We’re not friends" he told her. Her brows drew together and responded
It was a strange feeling when he grabbed her hand with his. It was a stranger feeling when in return she gave it a squeeze. It was a strange feeling indeed when they both fell asleep against the wall.