He kept his distance from me the next few days. Other than helping me get dressed and washed up, and bringing me food. He didn't really have much to say.
It's better this way anyways. I don't know how long this will go on for. I know he will forgive himself long before I can forgive him. At least he isn't being mean.
He comes into my room, and asks "Will you have dinner with me on the deck?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not if you want to eat"
Grabbing my hand and walking with me to the deck. It's dark out now, and the sky is so clear and so beautiful. He has a table set, and candles lit. Acting like a gentleman. Pulling my seat out and pushing it in. Looking at the table and the night sky. I haven't seen the stars in forever. He hasn't let me come back up since that day.
Probably got clo
