Leas POV.
It's been three weeks since Nathan told me about this situation we're in. Three weeks where he haven't touched me, kissed me and barely talked to me. We look at each other but when I try to reach out to him both psychically and mentally, he pushes me away.
"Oh sweetie, please eat something." Cathy drags me out of my miserable thoughts. I look down on my breakfast but I'm not hungry.
"I'm not hungry." I tell her. Nathan is not here, he's at his office. He's practically living in there now. He comes in late at night, when he thinks I'm asleep. He kiss me on my forehead and then my cheek before he whispers that he loves me. And then he's gone in the morning.
I hate this. I hate that he thinks I'm so fragile. I get to decide over my own life and I want to do this. I want to s
