Chapter Twenty Two

                      I keep looking at him. My cheek is pressed hard against the pillow. I want it to swallow me. He fastens his cufflinks. There's grace in his every small move. I'm the opposite of him. I'm quarrelsome sometimes, I'm always ready to fight for my rights. He's calm like a calm sea. He handles things with love. He knows to make my anger disappear. 

       I blinked, breaking the spell of my thinking of him. He buttons his waistcoat and grabs his coat from the couch. 

      A chill rakes my body seeping into my bones. The thought of parting from him always frightens me, unsettles me. 

      He inclines down. My nose fills with cedar, sandalwood, Basil. His fingers slide in the back of my head. He pecks on my lips. We greet each other with our genuine smiles. 

      "Don't go anywhere witho