#v; lighthouse

amanda had been sitting on ryan’s couch, a book  in her hands. she did feel a bit awkward going back to his apartment after class, without him, but her mother’s texts and calls were still pretty brutal.  so, she had nowhere else to go. once she saw the  front door open, she finished the last sentence in her  book and then looked up at him. “hey, how was your-  what heck happened to your face?” she asked, almost gasping at the sight of  his very bruised face. “did you get  into a fight or something?”