Laura's POV
I studied Ross's face. He looked like he had been crying. Did he miss me or something?
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He didn't answer. He just pushed me off of him and ran away. I chased after him and pinned him to the ground again.
"Let me go!" he said.
"Did you miss me?"
"Isn't the answer obvious?"
"Well I'm hoping for a yes."
"Get off me!"
"Answer my question first."
"No!"
"No you're not going to answer or no you don't miss me?"
"No I don't miss you!"
"Then why do you look like you've been crying?"
"Because my wife is dying!"
Everything suddenly started turning red when the word "wife" came out of his mouth. I saw a fire that wasn't actually there.
"Your wife?"
"Yeah. I'd explain everything but it's a long story."
"We both have forever to talk."
"Let me go!"
"No!"
He struggled to get away but I had a good grip on him. After an hour he finally stopped struggling.
"I give up," he said.
"Good."
I smiled at the thought that now I could make him mine again.
