(JOY)
“WHAT’S WRONG?” I asked nervously. It has been five months since we last saw each other. That was also how long I’ve imagined our next personal meeting. I imagined us smiling at each other, hugging and kissing passionately regardless of where we are. I imagined preparing our meal because I don’t want us to go out of my apartment. I want us to stay inside for as long as we can.
I didn’t expect him to give a surprise visit. It could have been romantic if not for the constrained anger I could feel from him. He didn’t answer my question. Instead he walked past me and picked up the heavy plastic bags on the food of the stairs.
Pain sliced my chest but I tried to ignore it. Hosea is not the type who gets angry without reason. I looked at him as he climbed th
