CHAPTER NINETY FIVE

CLARA'S POV

“Stay.”

Arsenio snuggled deeper behind me and for the first time in a long time, I felt the intimacy of his warmth.

“Are you okay???” I asked in almost a whisper.

“Does your neck hurt??” He asked, ignoring my question.

“Yeah, it does.” I said.

“If you are expecting an apology from me, you aren't getting any.”

“I wasn't expecting any apology, Arsenio, I kinda deserved it “ I said.

As much as I didn't deserve getting strangled almost to death, it was my fault for not giving Arsenio what he asked for.

“Do not let Arsenio drag you in with him but instead pull him out.” The words of ma'am Irene kept on ringing inside my head.

“Good.” He breathed.

“Are you okay??” I asked again hoping to get a response from him this time around.

“I don't know exactly how I am feeling at the moment.” Arsenio said.

“I don't understand your words.” I said.

“I am supposed to be angry or sad or frustrated but right now, I feel completely blank and empty.”

“Do you want to do something??” I asked.

“No