Seven

Zyrielle's POV

"Do you want me to do anything about it?" Rain spoke, drawing me out of my reverie.

“About what?”

He pointed at my phone. "You were talking to your parents, what do you want me to do about it?"

I blinked slowly, trying to understand where all of these were coming from."You want to help me?" I repeated and he nodded. "Why?"

"Why not?" He repeated and I blinked at him. He wasn't making any sense. Why would he want to help me?

"I don't know what you want me from me, I mean you just met me, what?... A day, it's not even up to twenty-four hours. Why are you helping me?" I finished.

He shrugged, catching me off guard again. My eyes unconsciously trailed down my ring finger at the glistening ring, the reluctance to talk about it was surprising… I didn’t want to let go of it as it brought me a sense of comfort.

My eyes met his.

"I don't see any reason why you should be hesitant about receiving help." He replied, his eyes boring into mine as if daring me to ans