"Here, have a drink," said Agustine while handing me a glass of water.
My mind was wondering in nowhere, but still I accepted the drink. We are now in the living area of the house. I was sitting on the couch while he remained standing in front of me even after I took the glass from him. I took a sip. I can't look at him because my brain is still full of thoughts.
Later, I felt Agustine gently took the glass I was holding and put it on the center table. After that he sat next to me and gently took one of my hands. He let out a sigh as he gently massaged my hand.
"I will not ask if you are okay because obviously you are not," he said.
I knew he was looking at me but I kept my eyes on both of our hands.
"But can I ask what are you thinking right now? Would you mind sharing it with me?"
