Wasn't Letting Him in

Drystan stood slowly, walking toward him. He reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing a hand on Sadiki's shoulder.

The tension in Sadiki's muscles was evident under Drystan's touch, and for a moment, Drystan feared he might pull away again. But instead, Sadiki stood still, his body trembling slightly as though he was fighting an internal battle.

"You don't have to do this alone," Drystan said softly. His voice was filled with a tenderness he hadn't been able to express before. It wasn't just about the anger anymore; it was about the fear of losing Sadiki, of being shut out from the person he loved most.

"Whatever it is, we can face it together."

Sadiki's head dropped slightly, and for a moment, Drystan thought he might finally open up. But then Sadiki sighed, the sound heavy with exhaustion. "It's not that simple, Drystan," he muttered, his voice laced with frustration and sadness. "There are things I can't tell you."