Anelisa

My feet stutter backwards as I pivot to look at him, his grip on me firmer as his eyes narrow at me.

"Why? I just..."

"Not after what happened to you at the bridge" he snapped, with a depth of worry or it's just me imagining.

I was speechless, flustered over and over again that he might have me falling into his arms.

"I'd be careful" I assured wanting to hear his next reply.

"And make another attempt of suicide?"

I fluttered my lashes, thinned my lips as I scoffed unbelievably at ...