Chapter 95: I reject you.

Kellen isn’t in the room anymore when I enter so I go out into the garden to look for him.

I can already see the presence of him in my mind, can already feel the residue he left there, and once again I meet him lying on the bench and staring at the clouds overhead. It’s almost noon now so the sky is a patchwork of colors, a gentle artist’s creation as he drags his paintbrush across the canvas. I ask in a deadpan tone,

“Am I to assume you left that nagging at the back of my mind so I could find you or were you waiting for someone already?”

I ask because, from the look on his face, I get the feeling that he already knew I would be making my way down here. His response is sullen,

“Who would the blind grown male possibly be waiting for?”

Again, he sounds moody, and this time I do not let it bother me as much as it would have this afternoon because I have something bothering me too. Something he’s caused to bother me, and which he’s now responsible for explaining.

“What did you mean b