Of all the things that I had pictured myself to be doing when I walked out of my bedroom to get some water, this hadn’t been one of them. I hadn’t even considered the possibility of me coming here to him and wanting to have a conversation. I didn’t even want to be having a conversation with him before he left, and yet, here I was, putting myself in a situation that I didn’t want to be in. I couldn’t even be upset with myself because this had been my decision.
He hadn’t called me here or coerced me into coming. It had been my decision, and essentially, everything that happened from here on out, was to blame on no one other than myself. I was starting to debate standing up again, starting to debate simply going back to my room without saying anything else to him. Would that be disrespectfu
