LET HIM GO

"It's really nothing." I stood up from the bed with a reply.

I don't care if my head is still hurting because I can bear the pain. I went to the kitchen to see if Jack had made anything to eat because I had smelled something good while sleeping and I can still perceive it.

"You can't just tell me it's nothing, Johan?" He said this as he stood by the kitchen door.

"Why can't I tell you that? It's entirely up to me whether I tell you or not. I just don't want to say anything, Jack.' I stated solemnly.

At the very least, that should indicate to him that I'm not in the mood to talk and even if I want to tell him, he wouldn't understand and where do I even to start from.

He stood there for a few minutes while I was taking my plate to dish up some food that Jack had cooked. Oh, sorry my bad. His mother prepares the meals.

I noticed him walk away as I was serving myself some food. I'm guessing he understood the language, but I know he will bring it up again, and I thi