I locked myself in the room when we got home. Oprah is with me so I’m not scared all. After I showered, I chose to sleep in Mr. Shein’s room even though it’s very dark. I hugged his pillow while closing my eyes.
I don't know why I feel this for Harold. I sulked for what happened. My mood only got worse that even though he knew I was mad at him, he didn't even try to talk to me. It's as if he doesn't care about my feelings.
After a while the door opened. I smell the aroma of the food.
"Mr. Shein?” I called his name even though I didn’t even seen his face. He didn't say anything but I felt his lips gently touch my forehead.
My tears fell on their own. "Shh..." He said that made me cry even more. I was the one who embraced him willingly. I buried my face on his neck.
"Are you hurt?"
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