I went quiet for a moment, still sitting on the bed. Marcus lay on his side behind me, silent, watching. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet but full of with confusion.
“Why?” A pause. “Why don’t you want to talk about it?”
I sighed at the sound of his voice. It hit something tender in me. But I couldn’t give him what he wanted.
“I just… I don’t want to talk about it,” I whispered. “I have a lot on my mind right now, and I just....” I stopped myself, then forced the words out. “You know what? It’s fine.”
I got out of bed and stood up.
And just like that, I started gathering my clothes, slipping into them one piece at a time with my back turned to him. The silence was heavy. When I was fastening the last buttons on my pyjama top, I heard his breath hitch and then his voice, shar
