I get up and went to my room.
Andrea was lying on the bed, and the room was dark.
I go to her and sit in the bed
I can see her face only in the moonlight.
When touch her face and it was wet, the pillow was also wet.
She was crying? Because of my words?
“I don’t want to hurt you. But I can’t control my heart. You have broken my heart, and the anger that had born because of this, I only can show this to you.” I say to her sleeping figure.
Her face looks so innocent
I wish everything was fine, and you had never done that.
I went to the bathroom and take a shower and lie beside her.
I can’t remember when we slept together like this.
When I used to feel sad, I slept with her sometimes.
But I never let her feel my presence, as I went out every time before she got up.
She stirs in sl
