Chapter 153
- KILLIAN -
That is no sore derived from cooking. I don’t need to look at it to know. I’ve cooked all my life since I was a child and I’ve gotten a lot of wounds in my life time to know what bandages are best suited for certain injuries.
I also pay much attention to detail, so I know Hazel is not telling me something. But what exactly? I’m not certain of it. I don’t want to ask her directly and it’s killing me. The time I spent kneading her hand was enough to give me answers to certain things, yet not sufficiently. The eye bags on her slightly worn out face also gave me hints. She’s been stressed. Certainly my departure wasn’t enough to make her look weary in such a short time. I never did anything to make her feel any less loved while being away. Yet from her eyes, it’s obvious she’s done a lot of crying.
Yet she didn’t make it known to me. Why?
Did I come off as judgemental for her not to put her faith in me? It certainly wasn’t the distance because now I’m here and she hasn’t said a word. I stare at the driver’s seat without changing my position. I’m glued to the door with my body slouched to the side to rest on the door. My elbow leans on the window side while I rest my hand on my folded fist, head positioned to face out the window.
Maybe she’s not saying anything because someone else is in the car with us. I know Orion but she doesn’t so it’s justifiable.
She can just text it to me! I am that interested in her life that this is getting to me really hard. I want to help her, stop her tears but how can I when she’s not saying anything? Anything at least will help me.
Unless she can’t say anything. My eyes widen with the realisation. That is actually possible considering how crazy these past few weeks have turned out. My jaw clenches.
The knowledge that this may have happened for quite a while yet I didn’t notice the slightest thing in her texts makes me feel sick.