Melia’s Point of View
“Good morning.”
Alex greets me as I step into the kitchen. His voice is soft and careful, like he is afraid that I’ll shatter if he speaks too loudly.
I don’t answer him, I just nod my head in greeting and focus on the mug in front of me.
He slides it closer.
“You forgot your tea last night. I made it the way you like it.”
He says giving me a small smile.
“I’m not thirsty.”
I say, my words coming out clipped, and sharp.
He fliches slightly and sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Melia… please.”
He says softly, his voice almost pleading and I finally look up at him.
“Please what, Alex?”
I ask, arching a brow at him. His mouth opens, as if to say something and then it closes again.
“I just... I don’t want us to start the day like this.”
He finally man
