WHAT'S THE USE OF YOUR PAJAMAS?

Raine's mind was as wobble as her legs, she could literally feel her hands shaking uncontrollably while her heart wouldn't stop drumming against her chest.

She clutched the front of her shirt to stop the rapid beating, afraid her heart couldn't take it and explode in the next second.

"What… is it?" Raine stammered, asking between her ragged breathes. "Did I do it…?"

"Of course not." Serefina said harshly. "I saved you." She plopped her body down on the bench, looking at Raine, who was currently having a mental breakdown. "I told you, right? I will not let you die."

That's not the point! She didn't die, but that didn't mean she felt good either.

Raine wanted to retort her statement, but then she realized she didn't have energy to do that, not when Serefina was stubbornly rubbing her own opinion on herself.