Lydia’s P.O.V

I moved away from Lyric a few seconds later, unable to keep the contact but when I went to remove my hand from his nape, he caught it in his own large ones.

“You know I’m here for you too, right?” He spoke softly.

“What do you mean?” I asked, but a sense of dread settled in my stomach, clawing out the tenderness from the earlier moment.

“Being brain damaged doesn’t mean that you have to refrain yourself from everything life has to offer,” Lyric tilted his head to the side, studying me with those intense eyes of him that often tended to make me nervous. “You avoid...