The Terms

I have no slightest idea how long I stare at his face. His face is full of hurt emotions and vulnerability. He is out of my business, but why do I want it to be mine? Why do I want to help him terribly?

“You can let go of my arm now.” Axel moves fast, loosening the grip on my arm.

“Sorry about that; I didn't mean to touch you.” He makes sure to settle his eyes elsewhere. He unexpectedly sounds embarrassed, like my skin was burning and he couldn't handle the heat.

I take a long breath as I walk back to my seat. I’m not sure what arises, but I want to help him; I’m my mother’s daughter, after all. If I were in Axel's shoes, I’d be desperate; another minute, he is back in his chair. The tension is gone and Axel is looking at the ground.

“I wouldn't say I like what you said earlier; marriage is sacred, but I will let it go because I discern that you have your reasons; now is the right time to tell me those.”

It is his cue to transfix his amazing deep-set blue eyes on me once again, and I