And still, I couldn’t decide if it was because I wanted to be with her… or because I couldn’t stomach being anywhere else, not knowing if she was okay, if she was slipping again. If she'd scream in her sleep and I wouldn’t be there to hold her through it.
We sat in silence, side by side, sharing the bowl of sweets I didn’t even like. I've never been a fan of sweet stuff like two teenagers on a lazy afternoon.
Narine didn’t say much. Not that she ever did. But the silence between us wasn’t awkward anymore. It had started to feel… warm. She idly dipped into the bowl of candy between us, and her eyes were transfixed on the TV.
She even let out a little laugh at one point.
I leaned back, draping one arm across the back of the couch, letting her exist as she pleased in the space we were beg
