I squirm away, digging my feet into the ground and trying to escape, when Penn's hand--warm and big--grasps my other wrist. Via releases me immediately. I want to kick him away and yell at him for preventing me from escaping, but I'm defenseless against his touch. I break down on his chest, and his arms wrap around me, shielding me from the rest of the world. The tears are falling, and his chest rumbles, telling me that he is breaking, too. And somehow, at this moment, it's enough. The world is against us--everyone knows about every single awful thing I ever did--and still...