"He's waiting for you outside. Aren't you going to talk to him yet? He's been here every day. Poor guy, he is." I watched grandma as she opened the curtains in my room. The rays of the morning sun reached me from my bed. I put one arm on top of my eyes to block it. "Sooner or later, you have no choice but to talk to him You can't leave him without saying a word, Leil."
"I'm not ready yet. I don't know what to say," I said dryly.
"I heard that many times. When will you ever be ready? Don't waste your time here gathering all the dead courage. What are you so afraid of? Are you still having nightmares?"
"No."
"Do you worry about what people might say...to your relationship?"
"No," I shook my head.
I'm not preoccupied with the past. I have been taking it well. The judgments I heard have
