Chapter fifteen

He let me cry. He gave me his shoulder and let me have my break down in silence. He didn't interrupt, he was just there. He gave me his presence, well he also did pass me a tissue paper couple of times. But that was all I needed and it was all it took.

After wiping my mess I cleared my throat.

"Thanks" my voice came hoarse. EW! I cleared my throat again.

"Don't."

"What?" I frown clearing my throat again.

"Stop clearing your throat or you'll have it sore by morning." I nod embarrassed.

"Seriously though thanks, this means a lot to me."

"Olive would you like it if I kept thanking you for what you did to me back at the hospital?" Facing me.

"No." I brushed my hair backwards, the wind messed it up a little.

"Stop doing it to me then."

"Okay."

"You still don't wanna talk about it?"

"Sorry." I shifted on my seat.