“How is it fair that you know all that you know about me when I don’t know anything about you?” The question was posed by myself, trying to brush his words that had left me so perplexed on what to say and how I felt about them. I picked up the glass and if you could look closely, could see how my hand shook even with much effort of keeping it steady.
Silence spread, my curiosity having me turn to look at him which was something I felt nervous about. The more time spent with Mathew was the more he dug his claws deep in my soul.
My gaze snapped from him as the waiter came along with another and together they placed our plates, fixing this and that before turning to leave. My eyes trailed down, a white plate filled with food that was never meant to be eaten. There were different plates ca
