Brianna's POV

"Bree… Bree, wait… Please, babe…"

I groaned and faced Rogue. He pulled his hand back and looked down. His breath smells like cigarettes and alcohol. His eyes were hooded and reddish. It looks like he's already so tired and sleepy but he won't just bother taking a nap.

"I'm sorry…" He whispered.

I shook my head. "You can't just do this to yourself because of me. Rogue, you're making me feel even more bad."

He sighed and nodded painfully. "Yes, I realized it now and I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry."

I nodded and was about to leave when he held my hand and slowly intertwined our fingers....