Ezra
Allen didn't say anything after the arena.
His grip on me was steady the whole way back, like I weighed nothing at all. I tried my best to hold onto consciousness as long as I could.
We finally reached his quarters and the doors opened by themselves.
He walked straight in and gently dropped me onto his bed.
I shifted immediately, sitting up halfway.
"Don't," I said quickly. "I'll dirty your sheets."
Allen looked at me like I had said something strange.
"Do you see me complaining?" he asked.
Classic Allen.
I lowered my eyes.
My throat felt tight again.
"Allen," I said after a pause, "I'm really sorry."
He raised an eyebrow slightly.
"I should have listened to you," I added. "All of it… I made things worse back then and if I had listened, everything that happened wouldn't have happened."
Allen gave a small laugh.
"You don't have to apologize," he said. "I barely remember anything clearly anyway."
He leaned back slightly, arms folded.
