Chapter 35. Pouring out the Pain

Ellie's POV

Like a zombie, I drop to his firm, broad chest, and he doesn't waste any chance in wrapping his strong protective arms around me, rubbing my back with a soothing sensation. I uncontrollably soak his white tee with my tears. I freely weep, snuggling up to him without minding that he is a stranger. Hugging him so tight like he is my savior and sampling in the peace that he is bleeding.

His warmth is something I needed so much. I appreciate his lull and savor his caresses until his magic brings my sobs to a stop. I could lie on his comfortable chest the whole day, listening to his soothing heartbeat, but I pull myself away slowly, making a stop in front of him, his arms remaining on my waist.

Just how much was I holding in, huh? I made a mess on his tee. At least he has his blue, unbuttoned denim to hide that mess. I feel bad, though.

"Sorry," I mumble, running my palms over my face.

"It's alright. Don't worry."

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