Cyrus shifted uncomfortably on the bed beside you. His heart was racing, and his thoughts were spinning out of control. He wished he could just forget about everything else and be with you... but the memory of Micheal's hand on your tail kept nagging at the back of his mind. "I don't want anyone to ever hurt you again," he murmured, squeezing your hand tightly. "Especially not like that."

Concerned, Cyrus rose from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. Pushing the door open slowly, he found Rain huddled on the floor, tears streaming down her face. "What's wrong?" he asked urgently, reaching out to help her up.