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~Lisa's POV
He was still here.
I didn't know how to feel about it. My body tensed automatically. I pulled the thin blanket closer to my chest like it could protect me from whatever came next.
He was sitting on the chair by my bed, legs crossed, hands folded neatly on his lap. Calm. Too calm.
I swallowed hard and slowly sat up.
"W-Why are you still here?" I whispered.
He tilted his head. "I didn't feel like leaving."
My lips parted, but I couldn't say anything. What was I supposed to say? Thank you? Please leave? I didn't even know anymore.
I licked my lips nervously. "If I've done something wrong… please don't punish me." My voice cracked. "I'll be good, I promise. I won't be fearless again. I swear I'll behave."
His eyes twitched slightly, and then he gave me a soft, amused smile. "Fearless?" he repeated, chuckling a little. "You think that was fearless?"
I looked away, ashamed. "I just wanted to go home."
"I know," he said quietly.
