Brendon sat on the couch of the small apartment, her hand still held by his. The neighbourhood did not bother him, he could take care of himself. It was her he was concerned for. He had no clue where to start, "Tell me everything. From when you were attacked until now. No sketchy details."
He wanted to know how she had changed so much, but yet was still the same girl he loved.
He wanted to know how she had changed so much, but yet was still the same girl he loved.