Stand Still

"What's stopping you from leaving this place?" I asked. His amber eyes were drained, watching the scotch swirl in his glass, quietly. "It's safe here." I knew how hard it was for him to be vulnerable. With me, I could always see him. "I never saw you as the type to be afraid." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not afraid." Standing up, I shrugged, "I can't tell." Sabrina Claudio:Stand Still