I buried my face in his neck until every sense of mine is filled with him. He rubbed my back as he whispered sweet nothings and reassurance in my ear.

I almost forgot that I was meant to be ending us. It was selfish and horrible, but I indulged. I needed him.

His head leaned down until it was buried in my neck. He was holding on so tightly that I did not think he would let me go. All I knew was that I did not want him to.

Gripping his t-shirt while not moving from my place in his embrace, I admitted to him "I feel guilty."

Stone kissed my forehead and lingered there "Why?"

His shirt started to feel wet against my cheek when I finally plucked up the courage to explain "A small part of me feels relieved. I am no longer worried about where he is or what he is doing. Also, when they told me when I woke up that my dad wanted to save me over himself, I felt a small bit of happiness because I knew that he cared. I am a horrible person."

His hold on my body grew tighter as he replied sternly "No. You are not."

A few more breaths later and I explained what was running through my head "I think he might be in a better place right now. That is what I am telling myself. I hope he gets to meet up with my mother and finally find some peace. That is what I am telling myself. That is the only thing keeping me going."

My face was pulled away from his chest by his hands so that I was looking up at him. He studies me. His distraught gaze flicked over the whole of me. He did it multiple times and I could feel his handshake on my cheek.

I had not seen the condition of my face yet but if it was anything like the rest of me then I could assume I did not look my best.

"I would have left you my apartment if I died." I said at my attempt at a bad joke to lighten the mood.

Stone was not amused. He looked to be thinking about something with a scowl, yet his wide eyes give away that's he was still scared of something.

"If something—" He stopped and closed his eyes to take a deep breath "If something happened to you then how can you not see that it would be the end of me?"

"I am sorry." I apologised because I hated seeing him so defeated "I am so sorry."

"Three days." He bit out "Three days you did not speak. You did not smile. You did not move. You did not do anything."

I closed my eyes because I could not see the sight of him with his head hanging low. I could not see the sight of him so destroyed.