Finding a reason
He knew her nightmares.
He tried to convince himself that was the reason he was lying next to
her on her bed in her dorm. He tried to convince himself that he
didn't like the way she clung to him when she woke up from one of
them. He tried to convince himself that he didn't like the way she
asked for him, needed him at such a moment.
It was useless. He
knew he loved her. He knew that he was only a friend to her, only a
lover. He doesn't care: she loved him in her own way for being there
for her.
"Justin!" she suddenly yells.
"I'm
here, Padma. I'm here!" he says. He is stroking her hair,
kissing it as she clings to him for comfort. She only wished there
would be more guys like hime. Ones that were there for other people
no matter what.