The truth I've been pressing him to tell me, the truth I wanted, hits me like a truck, and my heart drops. What was I thinking to even pressure him into giving me an answer? My legs involuntarily move backward until they hit the bed, and I sit. Leon closes his eyes momentarily, regretting his words, but he's already said it.
Why do I feel bad, though? This is the truth I've been wanting to hear, right? Why is my heart clutching?
"I-I," He stutters, pressing his hand to his forehead.
" Why didn't you share your feelings with me?" I ask quietly.
"I shouldn't have said that, I'm just tired, and I think we should rest," he says, but doesn't make a move. I feel tears well in my eyes, and I wipe them. He has only been pretending to be alright all this time because he didn't want to hurt me.
