Chapter 16
Ajax Aynen
I don't know what to think. I feel mad about Jarrod not telling me about his problem. I thought he trusted me enough, enough that he could spill his secrets to me. But I thought wrong. Maybe I am not enough. He wants more. Clearly, my effort is still in medium, or in low level.
I was just climbing on top of him when he trembled. I can't forget the fear in his eyes as he rolled us over, standing up. His breath became uneven, like he, all of a sudden, lost the oxygen that has been in his lungs. All of it. I damn want to help him, but he's not telling me about it nor explaining it to me. He never tried. He never tries. And I feel useless because of it.
As I roll over the bed to the side, I look at the white ceiling, thinking of Jarrod. As usual and as always. Jarrod
