Manon
It's just like him. To lie right to my face, and pretend everything is alright.
Something happened. I can see it. He's not the same. Something has changed in him, and I can't help but feel it's my fault.
But I smile. And I laugh. Because I want him to be happy. And if I'm happy, he's...
He's in pain. But he's doing it because he wants me to be happy. So I will.
Even though I want to demand him to tell me what hurt him like this. It's not like he's never seen a dead body. He's seen horrors of war.
Something made this different.
But I won't. Ask, that is. I won't because he doesn't want to talk about it. And I won't push it. He's given up so much. For me. To be with me.
I can do this much. And can smile, and bite my tongue. Swallow my questions.
I can do this for him.
Savanna
