I stared blankly at the ceiling as sunlight crept through the window, lighting my dark room up. I couldn't sleep a wink after Leonardo left. His words kept going and going in my head and no matter how hard I tried, I cannot push away the helplessness in his eyes, in his voice. He was afraid that I would leave him or hate him. He was afraid of losing me. Why? Who was I to him? I was no one. Why does he care what I think about him? Why does he care if I hate him?
Please, don't push me away...
I sighed, feeling uncomfortable and conflicted at the same time. A part of me couldn't just forget the sight of him. I think it was a shock. Maybe when you get used to seeing someone in one way, it happens. I wouldn't know because I have
