Riven stumbled back until his shoulders hit the cold wall. Nowhere to run.
"No…" he said again, voice breaking completely as he slid down the wall, trying to disappear into the stone. "Please…"
Soren crouched, his gaze level with Riven's.
His hand reached out, but instead of comfort, it was as if it were reaching to choke the life out of him.
Riven squeezed his eyes shut, sobs clawing up his throat. He then began his struggle for life. With all his might, he pushed Soren away. "Don't come close!"
Soren's brows drew together, confusion and hurt were displayed on his face.
"Riven," he said again, voice softer this time, cautious, like he was trying to soothe a cornered animal.
But Riven only flinched, pressing himself flat against the wall as if it might open up and swallow him. His pupils were blown wide, his breaths coming in ragged gasps that sounded painfully thin. His eyes—normally so bright, so quick to glimmer with mischief—were wet and glassy.
Soren's chest tightened.
