It took him a moment to realize how quiet she was. At first he thought it was because she was awake. He opened his eyes and looked at her, and saw her pointedly looking away from him. His heart turned to ice in seconds. “…Katelynn? W-what… what’s wrong? Did y-didn’t you have a good sleep…?” he asked. “Are you sick..?”
She shut her eyes tightly, her arms resting near her head. She had done it already, worrying him, upsetting him. Her heart beat with her nervousness, her stomach twisting unpleasantly.
“…I can’t..I can’t stand the guilt Jack..” she began, moisture collecting at her eyes. “I’m being such a hypocrite…so stupid of me!”
“Katelynn, Katelynn…” he said shakily, sitting up in his bed quickly, looking down at her, worry clearly plastered on his face. “What is it? What’s wrong? Don’t cry, it, it’s okay please…” Jack reached out to her, wrapping his arms around her, trying to help but not knowing if this could help. “A hypocrite, a-about what?”
Jack Maple 