Luka turns around immediately, heading for the door.
“Luka.” I call out to him with no idea of what I want to say. With no idea of how I can make this better. The only thing I know is that I don’t want him to leave.
Surprisingly, he turns around. I don’t know if he is curious or if, like me, he is filled with unspoken thoughts and feelings. His green eyes fall on me, and I plead with him silently, begging him to stay. To stay with me. To cross the room and hold me and be with me and forgive me for all the things he thinks I did.
He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. After a few seconds, he turns and leaves.
I sleep in fits and starts, and when I wake up for the fourth time in the middle of the night, I’m starving. I didn’t eat much for lunch and nothing for dinner, and the spicy c
