I remained folded on the bed even when I felt him leave my side quietly. Even when I heard the door shut behind me and the silence that held the room after that.
I had no idea why I was angry and hurt but I knew it had everything to do with what he had said.
Yet, I have no idea why I was bothered this much. Afterall, it is better this way. It is better to leave it just as it is now. Only then will I be able to leave when it's time. Only them will I be able to completely detach myself from him and leave.
But why does it feel like a part of my heart had been ripped and hastily attached back? Why does it feel like I'm bleeding inside out just from the minor comment he made.
He didn't mean it that way. Rhea injects, though her meek voice betrayed how she felt about it too. He's just …
No, that's not it, Rhea. I want him to mean it. I want him to mean it but I hate the thought so much. Why would I?
I don't like it. I really don't like this.
