We sit there in that position, Derek doing his best to console me, until my trembling slows. Every now and then, Derek would kisses the top of my head. I can tell that he’s sitting in shock.
"That's the first time that I've seen anyone killed." he whispers after some time.
I turn to look at him. He’s looking at the guard but, when he feels me shift, he meets my eyes for a second and then goes back to staring at the body. I grab his chin and pull it toward me, but he won’t meet my eyes. Okay strange change in attitude.
"Why will you not look at me?" The pain I feel is leaking through my voice. Derek just continues staring at the body. "Do you hate me now?' No answer. "Alright."