C15 Nelos

I sink down to the floor next to Shaye, who is laying on her side on the prison cot. Despite her small smile, there is a weariness in her eyes that cuts me deeper than any knife I've ever had stabbed into me. I wouldn't blame her if she hates me… if she's scared me, of what I've become.

"What happened?" I ask, my throat going dry at the thought of her hurt