7 "Stop saying you're sorry"
I was perched on an uncomfortable stool beside Johnny as we talked. "I shouldn't have ran into that church, I might die then you'll be alone." squeezed his hand gently as he continued "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done it, I'm sorry." I placed a sweet kiss upon his forehead and smiled weakly at him, "Stop saying you're sorry, Johnny. It's okay, I forgive you. It was the right thing to do." Fear flashed through his eyes and I was cut off "But- What about us?" I sighed and looked away. "I don't know Johnny, I don't know. I don't want to lose you."
A/N I am so sorry that this is crap and really short but I had no clue of what to write for this. Sorry I hope you like it none the less and if I get an idea later on I'll edit this and make it better
