"It's me…' Zoey whispered, caressing his cheek as her eyes softened. She had never witnessed Matthew lose his thoughts. He was acting as if he was a hurt beast, being too cautious so he wouldn't get hurt again.
"You're safe, hmm?" She added, speaking and acting as what she would do in his times of need despite the pain he was causing her wrist. She stared at his dimmed pair of russet eyes, her emotions swirled across her eyes as she nodded her head wordlessly.
Matthew blinked his eyes, his thoughts coming back together. Upon realising his grip on her wrist, he immediately let it go. "I -- I'm..." For the first time since his existence, Matthew stuttered as he drew back to gather his thoughts.
His eyes inadvertently moved towards her wrist, seeing his hand imprinted on her skin in a reddish hue. The sight shot pain in his heart, revealing it in his eyes as it flashed a glint of remorse. "I didn't mean to." He said as his hands involuntarily moved to reach her.
