Alexander
She said that with such sincerity and fragility that I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve never been at a loss for words in front of a woman until today. I know she’s not playing, that she’s being serious. Her evasive gaze and trembling body don’t lie.
"It was nothing at all. Forget it."
"It wasn’t nothing, and you know it very well."
"You don’t owe me anything or anything like that."
She bites her lip and rolls her eyes.
"You don’t understand. I was weak. I was about to get my skull blown open by Omar’s gun, but you came to help me. I don’t understand why you did that when I mean nothing to you."
I don’t like where this conversation is heading. I don’t want to have this discussion-especially not with her-or it might actually make me lose it.
I have to leave, now.
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