LEILA
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"I want you to meet Gerald," I froze midway, admits the perfect breakfast, was this why he prepared my best meal?
"To talk to him."
My hand, which had been resting on his, withdrew slightly, my body tensing.
"Gerald?" I was pained at this point, I could feel it brewing within me.
"I just want you to meet him. To talk to him, I get if you don’t want to, but I think listening will get you to understand him"
I lowered the spoon slowly, placing it back on the tray, the sound loud in the sudden silence, my hand trembling slightly, and I took a deep breath, the weight of the decision settling on my shoulders, everything felt heavy at this moment.
"Understand… I should understand?" I asked, my voice quiet, measured, the pain a dull ache in my chest, the words slow, deliberat
