John paused for a moment, then, as if he hadn't heard, set the last dish on the table.
He said, "I've taken a month's leave from school."
He wanted to use this month to get me back.
In the past, no matter how angry I was, I never gave him the cold shoulder for more than three days.
He probably thought this time, it was just a little worse.
I didn't say anything and just sat down to eat. Before he went to study in Ostria, I'd told him I didn't like the cafeteria food, so he learned to cook for me. The taste hadn't changed a bit, but after just one bite, I lost my appetite.
I couldn't help but think of the days when we were together.
In the warm, cozy room, it was just John and me, and we only had eyes for each other.
But the more I thought about it, the more my heart ached.
I took
