Brown-Eyed Boy novel Chapter 8

Without wasting time I made a quick call, informing them to send a courier to pick the files.

Afterwards, I decided to grant myself a wish, and visit Liam like I had been itching to, since I arrived in the morning.

I took a couple of minutes outside the infirmary attempting to get my breathing under control. Since his door was opened, I stood leaning on it and just watched him. I had expected to find him sleeping, but he was too immersed in a book, to even notice me.

The various expressions, which appeared on his face the longer he read his novel, were cute to watch. It was obvious he loved reading, I thought heartily. We do have something in common

"Hey," I greeted casually, startling him in the process. He quickly closed his book as I walked into the room, closed the door behind me and moved towards him.

"Hi, " he mumbled shyly. "...sorry I didn't hear you come in." He explained nervously, lowering his face and my hands itched to grab his chin and lift his gaze to mine once again.

"No need to apologize, you were engrossed in your book." I responded watching him intently. " You love reading. " I observed as he clutched the novel in his hands.

"I do,"

"Which genre do you like?" I wanted him to keep talking. I found his voice soothing.

"Anything, as long as it's a good book." He murmured, "I am only talking about novels of course. Not the..." And he began babbling. I found it cute.

I didn't interrupt him but rather watched as the smile blossomed on his face, the more he spoke.

"...my father says..." He trailed of after mentioning his father immediately sobering up.

"Are you okay?"

" Yeah," he lied but I could see the apparent pain in his eyes.

" What's wrong, Liam?" My use of his name must have surprised him. He raised his head fast, giving me a half-minute uncertain stare.

" I - I.. am... " He trailed, exhaling deeply as tears sprang to his eyes. I kept silent and gave him time. "This place scares me," he finally managed to whisper after he quieted. His despair and sadness were my undoing.

"I am scared, Daniel." He uttered in a more composed manner.

I don't know what hit harder. The way my name sounded or his hopelessness. I found myself moving urgently closer to the bed. I sat by the edge and reached out to take his hand, careful not to cause him any pain.

"I will try my best to keep you safe," I promised earnestly, looking deep into his eyes to let him see the truth in mine.

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