The East
“Maybe we should stop right here,” says Mila. “What do you mean ‘we should stop’?” I ask and I'm guessing it's our relationship. “Our relationsh-” She shakes her head. “Never mind.” She faces at the right to hide her face. Something is bothering her more than it bothers me thinking about her reason for bringing me back. “You wanna break up with me?” I ask. She's not answering. “It's okay for me, really. I'll go back to that farm and live like I used to. And don't worry, I'll pray for you every day then I'll rewrite my journal.” “No,” she says facing me. I raise my eyebrows, asking her if she means it. “I'm just confused.” “Are you confused with feelings for me?” I ask. She nods once as slow as fresh snow from the calm sky. “Don't worry, I'll wait for what you'll decide and accept
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