Leo was weirdly still asleep even though it was past nine in the morning. He must be really exhausted after all the chaos that happened in the last few days. I was wide awake though, but I slept well for sure. I was getting comfortable in his presence with each passing day and I shouldn't because we were getting closer and closer to the end. The very thing that I had waited for all my life was now terrifying me. Seeing him in pain hurts me. Seeing him suffering makes me uncomfortable, when the very reason I was here was to make him suffer and relish the feeling of his misery.
What was wrong with me? Who could tell me why this was happening? Was it normal to care for someone in return for their concern and care? But that's only fair, isn't it? When I got hurt, he did my first aid. So he
