CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT - SOMETHING WORSE THAN HEARTBREAK

Jayla

As he says that, my head snaps up to glance in his direction with surprise clearly reflected on my face.

I didn't even expect him to speak up, let alone speak about his late mother. Someone I know he is super sensitive about. I wait for him to say something after that, but he does not and he keeps staring into the distance as if he is lost in thought.

I know better than to disturb him in this moment. I know that he is mustering and arranging his thoughts to bring them to words. It is something I do a lot too. I am patient, yet a bit happy. I am getting my answers. My closure. As selfish as it might seem, I am really concerned about it.

Though at the same time, a little part of me feels for him and I have an urge to go over to his side and comfort him, but that part has been locked up and burnt down by now. It is not welcomed in me anymore.

So many expressions pass through his face from sadness to agony to pain, to hostility and then finally, determination. I am so close to call