Still Grace's P.O.V.

I sucked in a lungful of oxygen to settle my nerves before lightly knocking on his door and peeping my head through the gap.

His head snapped up, a smile spreading across his face once he saw me, "You know you don't have to knock." He giggled, turning around and hanging up a jacket in his closet.

"I just like to be polite." I said, my voice quivering and quieter than I anticipated, I didn't want Michael to know there was something wrong. I swanned into his room, hovering somewhat awkwardly in the middle, I had to snap out of this.

Mike turned back around, reaching into his suitcase once again, he glanced up at me, I immediately reverted my eye contact away from him and looked down at the floor, there was an eerie silence.

I started to back towards the door, "Umm, I'm just gonna...umm...I'll be back..." I stuttered, turning around.

As I was about to escape I felt a sharp tug on my upper arm, I didn't turn, I just wanted to be alone for a short while, I felt as if I was on the verge of a panic attack...but I knew Michael sensed something was wrong, I knew that's why he was latched onto my arm.

He whispered, "Grace? What's wrong?"