I... can't possibly forget those days. T-that chilly feeling, what you've done, said to me, it still haunts me. To maintain this," Le An, with his trembling finger, pointed at himself and Theo, as if he meant 'us'.
"I need time and a little… dist-distance. Saying that you're doing it all for my sake… does nothing but suffocate me. Do you understand? And as you keep changing…"
Don't make me feel guilty because I can't forgive you.
Le An drew a deep breath, as if he had spoken until the very last drop of air in his lungs, closing his eyes, and freed his mind for a moment from Theo's frozen figure stuck in his vision. Darkness and silence.
He dropped his hand from his chest. A murmur slipped from his lips. "Please, Theo, understand me…"
"..."
At last, Le An opened his eyes and looked at him. The deep sorrow in Theo's gaze shook him weakly to the core, and swallowing hard, Le An barely managed a smile at him.
