She Didn't Have To Cut Me Off の小説・ストーリー

“The cuts are shallow, you don’t need to worry about them.” “But they are still bleeding, they need to be cleaned.” She said and I smiled at her concern. The fact that she couldn’t feel the mating bond was something, or maybe she could, she just didn’t understand what she was feeling, and that was something that I kept in mind as it surprised me more than anything. Her eyes met mine for a second before she extended her hand to mine, taking the towel to wipe off a little blood that was still coming out of the cut. I didn’t even understand why it was bleeding as much as it was, but in all honesty, that was the least of my concerns.

Even though she did wrong, she should still raise her head high. I opened the box and dipped the cotton inside a little bottle, taking her hand, I cleaned the blood surrounding the cut. Thankfully, it wasn’t a deep cut. She watched me silently. “Like I said last time, you shouldn’t hurt yourself over anyone. Using a tool is better. As long as you aren’t hurt.” I dropped the blood-stained cotton to pick another one, my attention on the cut. “You don’t believe her?” She asked like she expected me to, I looked up, and unlike the plain look I expected, there was something else, pain.

“I—” “You don't have to answer that.” I stated, cutting her off before she could speak another word because I knew, even though she'd warmed up to me, there was no way she'd feel that way and a lot of factors were responsible for that. I mentally punched myself in the face for thinking that.

“Okay. If you need anything, it doesn’t matter what time it is. Call me.” “Thanks.” She wrapped one arm around her middle. With her free hand, she pushed him toward the door. “But I won’t.” God, she was cutting him off at the balls and it was killing him. Why?

“What happened to your hand?” She looked at her hand resting against his chest and blinked at the stark white bandage before saying, “I cut it on some glass. They just put three stitches in.” She didn’t meet his eyes, instead looked at his hands gripping her arms. “Can you let go of me, please? I would like to go home.”

“You’re really choosing her over me? A fat cleaner who—” “Enough,” I cut her off. “Don’t say another word about her. You’re done.”

I began but she cut me off with a sharp and impenetrable look. “Don’t.” She gritted out. My jaw clenched. “Don’t what?” I demanded. “Whatever it is you’re about to say.” She answered flatly. “Don’t,” she repeated. I exhaled through my nose slowly, forcing my hands into my pockets to keep from doing something stupid like closing the distance between us. “I just—” “Matteo,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. Her eyes narrowed on me and I could see the plea in them. “Please.” Her voice broke at the end.

I said. She sighed , “so you are just going to cut off the engagement like that?” she asked me. I shook my head , O

she responded. I shook my head; there was the attitude I had expected earlier. “You know that is not true,” I responded, with a smile. “I know you are ridiculous to think you can shut me away every time things are dangerous,” she said cutting off our connection. What did she mean, “think I can shut her out”? She wouldn’t be following us, would she?

If you just get that box with your cutting utensils. I'm not cutting again. 'Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut...' I'm not cutting. 'Of course not, you're you're coward!' I don't wanna live anymore.