LastJames’ lips brush gently over the cuts on my wrist. He sighs and looks up at me, his face pained. “why,” he whispers, “why Bell, I’m not angry, I just don’t understand.” “I just can’t take it anymore” I murmur. The tears that for a long time now have been threatening to fall at last fill my eyes and run down my cheeks. I lock my arms behind his neck and cling to him my tears soaking his collar. We sit there like that for what seems like an eternity, until James cusses under his breath. “I gotta go baby, moms gonna kill me.” He kisses my forehead one last time before turning toLast
