( Esther's Point of View)
The silence between us was heavy, like the silence that comes before a storm. Matthew stood across from me, his eyes glued to the floor, and his shoulders were tense with everything we hadn't said to each other. The room was too small, and the air was too thick with feelings we were both too scared to face.
Matthew's voice broke the silence with the words, "I didn't want this," but they didn't mean anything. Even empty. Like he was trying to convince both of us that this wasn't real. That it was something he couldn't change.
I took a deep breath. "Did you not want this? You didn't want me? I couldn't stop myself from saying the question, and right away I regretted it. The weakness in my voice hurt me just as much as it probably hurt him.
He flinched and looked
