No denying this
Khalid
I wake up to a knock on my door.
I know who it is before I even walk out of the room and to the front door. Roman stands in front of me with a frown on his face. "It's been three days, you should come out for some fresh air," he tells me.
Walking back to the house, I sit on the couch, completely ignoring him. I know why I have stayed cooped up in this guest house. I made a promise to someone, and I don't know if it is something I can keep. Colm hasn't come to look for me, I thought he would, but he is not here.
He is not the one at the front door.
"Have you eaten," he asks as he sits down next to me.
"No."
"You're being a brat."
He doesn't understand anything--not like I even want him to understand. If I tell him the truth, he will pity me. I can't have more than one person pitying me.