The truth I wanted, the truth I've been pressing him to tell me hits me like a truck, and my heart drops, what was I thinking to even pressure him into giving me an answer? My legs involuntarily move backward until they hit the bed and I sit. Leon closes his eyes momentarily, regretting his words but he's already said it.
Why do I feel bad though? This is the truth I've been wanting to hear right? Why is my heart clutching?
" I- I," He stutters, pressing his hand to his forehead.
" Why didn't you share your feeling with me?" I ask quietly.
" I shouldn't have said that, I'm just tired and I think we should rest," He says but doesn't make a move. I feel tears well in my eyes and I wipe them. He has only been pretending to be alright all this while because he didn't want to hurt me.
