45 Chapter - 45 Dream Reality

I look at him. He is sitting beside me like a kid, his arms on his folded knees, a shrew sheen in his eyes as if he is preparing himself for something really hard. And I know it is. As much as it is for me, it's for him. Because we never talked about that day before. He tried to ask me things and I as always as usual evaded them. He knew it was difficult for me so he didn't push. Even though I smell like dried tears and alcohol and vomit for sure, he is looking at me like there's nothing wrong with me. " That day.... I was waiting for you. "