"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bee asked, stopping mid sentence. "I'm just listening." Jame replied. "To what?" She assumed it wasn't her, that maybe he was bored. "Your voice." He told her, so softly it took her breath away.
He looks as if, for a moment, he's laying in the snow again, the pain from his missing left arm so great, that it was numbing. He looks like he's watching the train leave him behind once more.<<<WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THAT?!?!?!