Twenty Two: Digging it out of him
I really felt like my mind was working very slowly because what he said to me was processing for longer than it definitely should have been. Perhaps I was imagining it, perhaps I only wished he would say something that would suggest so many things that I've been wanting him to suggest. It was really not true.
There was no way that he had actually said that. “Wha..What?” I asked him and he slowly smirked at me. “What does that mean?” I added to my question to be more clear and instead of responding to me, he suddenly changed his facial expression, like whatever mood he was in, he suddenly decided he was no longer in that mood anymore.
“Why are you here?” He asked me and I just sighed. Actually, why was I here? It was like I couldn't even remember. Wait,
