Seraphina's POV
"Please don't cry!" I said, patting lightly on Emma's back. My arm was stiff, but I didn't want her to cry anymore.
"Why? Why didn't you tell me?" she kept sniffling, her voice cracking as she clung to me tighter. "You should've told me… I should've been there for you."
"Emma," I whispered, trying to pull her off me without hurting her or myself. "I… I'm still injured."
"Ah—" She gasped and jerked away immediately. "Please forgive me," she said in a panic, her hands hovering over my sides like she didn't know where to touch. "Did I hurt you? Are you bleeding anywhere? Shit, I didn't mean to—"
"I'm fine," I muttered, looking away still feeling uncomfortable about talking my past life to Emma. "Can you please not cry?"
"How can I not?" she barked at me, tears still running down her cheeks. "You've been through hell, and I didn't even know! How the hell am I supposed to act like that's okay?"
I stared at the floor. My voice barely came out. "I understand."
