“Oh…” he said, and his hand stopped writing.
I frowned. Why is he not writing what I’m saying now? He didn’t raise his head though, making me more curious about what he was thinking. What is going on? If only I could raise his head and look at his expression right now. Too bad I am not privileged to even look at him the way I want to. He did not talk after that though, making me shift uncomfortably in my seat. Honestly, this is not the place I want to be right now. Having only the two of us inside this room is suffocating enough. Since I decided to let him go, I never wanted to be alone with him in a room like this. I just can’t. I need to be away from him for my resolve to grow stronger. I should not see him so that I can keep on forgetting the feeling that I have been cherishing inside
