"Tyler.. I'm so sorry I never came for you- I.."

"Save it, Josh." 

...

"Tyler please.." 

I whipped around; the man still following me. I looked at the bright red hand mark across his face; wanting nothing more than to kiss the pain away.

I glared at him.

"M-my mom needed me, I'm sorry."

"What? Is she dying or something?" I retorted sassily.

"Yeah.. She is..."