I had been on my way back to my office to do some additional work, just the usual for me of an evening. I hadn’t been paying attention to where I was going as I was reading an article on my phone, and it was only when I felt the impact to my chest that I realized Bailey was there. The second I realized she was falling, I quickly went into action, and leaped forward, grabbing her and pulling her to me, my heart pounding in desperate fear filling me that she was going to fall all the way down the stairs.
But, thankfully, I had her in my arms, as I lowered myself onto the top step, Bailey still in my arms, both of us trembling. Her eyes had been clenched shut, but she slowly pried them open, looking at me with what could only be described as a look of horror and embarrassment.
She jumped back, as if my touch was repulsive to her. And I had to say I was a little hurt by that, but tried hard to ignore it. “Are you okay?” I asked her, trying to check her over. As she quickly moved herself from my embrace, to sit herself next to me. How do I seem to find myself in these messes?
She nodded. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” I noticed a loose strand of her hair falling over her face, and I don’t know why, but I found myself reaching out to gently brush it back, but I saw her eyes widen at me as I did. Did I do the wrong thing? Should I not have touched her? Was she hurt? Now I was more worried she might be hurt. Yet her big brown eyes look up at me, and I swear my heart pounds harder in my chest as she looks at me, not saying a thing.
“I think I may have been pre-occupied too.” I told her, not wanting her to take all the blame. Then as I looked at her, I saw tears leaking from her eyes. Had she been crying before? Or was it through what had happened? I am sure I had stopped her falling, so she shouldn’t have hurt herself badly. I am sure of that…
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