“ASH.” I said out loud, sharply, for him to speak to me and stop staring at me.
He shut his eyes and pulled his arm off my hands. “There are some things I hate talking about.” He calmly uttered without taking his eyes off me. “I love you don’t mean I talk about everything to you. They are some things I wish to keep to myself because if I talk about them with you, it wouldn’t be nice. If I’m quiet, it doesn’t mean I am stupid or I’m being heartless with you. That’s just the way things choose to be.”
“But why are you furious? Who are you mad at? I know you, Ash. Is it me? Is it our parents or anyone? You have episodes like this when someone offends you so badly.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend?!”
“What are you talking about?”
Does he know about James?
“You think I will nev
