What does he wants to know? I don't have time to explain because I'm not fond of it and I don't want to defend myself. Let them or him think what I am, who cares?
He offered me a glass of tea. We're here at where he is staying, a hotel. I really thought he'll sleep in Laimer's pad but he's rich, he can afford this.
"Talk to me,"
"About?"
He grabbed my hand, massaging it gently. "All your worries."
"What?"
"Things that suffocate you."
"I don't have," I want to claim my hand to him but as usual he's strong.
No one bother to talk. It feels surreal but everything becomes silent, and that dead air helps me to realize that I carry too much burden. Why am I being like this?
"Let it flow, it's okay to cry."
"I don't want everyone to get hurt." I sniff and looked up so no tears will be w
