"Korbin!" Taking a large step forward, Daphne tried to steady the staggering figure. "Are you alright?"
His face had turned ashen gray as he clutched his chest in pain. Taking deep breaths of air, he tried to signal that he didn't need her help. Yet, it was becoming increasingly clear that he needed her by his side.
In his eyes, all he saw was her.
She was worried.
She was worried for him.
He opened his mouth, and much to her shock and horror, crimson liquid continued to drip from the corner of his lips.
"Don't talk now," Daphne tried to force herself to stay strong.
A million words were stuck at his throat, but every time he tried to speak them, more blood would gush out from his mouth, stifling his confession.
He didn't want to keep her in the dark about his past, yet he couldn't let her know.