He stood up with intent. He wrapped one large arm around my waist before he hoisted me up gently and carried me back to the bed. He was touching my waist and my arm like I was made of glass and one small move would shatter me.

I managed to bring my legs back into the covers then I moved over slowly until there was enough room for him.

Once I had stopped moving, he settled onto the bed and put his shoulder behind my back so I could curl up into him. My head rested on his bulky shoulder while my leg found sanctuary over his. His hand reached out and pulled the blanket to cover me up again.

My hand wandered up and rested on his chest as his heart moved erratically. He took more deep unsteady breaths. He then buried his head in my hair and that seemed to calm him down slightly.

I listened to him breathe and that was all I needed to feel safe. I needed him. It was selfish but I trapped the small moment in time and wrapped myself in it. I wrapped myself in him.

Wiping my tears away, I kept my cheek remaining pressed on him as I looked up at him and whispered, "Are you okay?"

His lips went to my hair as he kissed my head "No. You are hurt and I cannot handle it."

"I am sorry."

"It is not your fault." He declared "It is mine."

"What do you mean?" I asked while lifting my head and frowning at him "None of this is your fault."

Stone whispered against my skin "I should have been there. If I was there, then none of this would have happened."

I shook my head so hard that a tear flew horizontally off my cheek "This is not your fault."

He breathed out harshly only one word "Ella."

My head fell back onto him again and I hugged him tighter. As tight as my body would allow me to. I buried my face into his shirt and inhaled the smell of leather and engine grease.

He pressed another kiss to my head as he cupped my face and pulled my head back so my eyes would meet his.

The black irises looked dull and broken and the sight brought another set of tears to my face.

His thumb caught every single one of my tears as he rasped out "Tell me about him."

I knew who he meant. He meant the other person apart from him that I had tried not to think about the whole day.

I thought back to all the things I loved about my father. There were no more new memories to be made. I could only resurface the old ones.