She was pacing around the room, unable to hide her fears for any longer.
She was scared she was too hard on him, she told him she'd treat him like one of them. At this point she didn't know if she could though.
She was sure that he'd get himself killed if he spent more than a day away, yet she hadn't seen him in three weeks. He's the anchor that held her down, calmed her, made sure she was ok
She couldn't take the emotions, so she punched the wall and screamed, "I hope that you fucking died you asshole!"
She started sobbing and leaned against the wall, sliding down. She could barely hold her body upright.
"Hate to break it to you, but I'm still alive." She looked up to where the voice came from, and saw the boy she loved and despised at the same time.
She could care less what he did at that moment though. She ran up to him and hugged him tight, never wanting to let go.