Confusing Questions 소설 & 이야기

After a few moments he asked me, "Just tell me this. Do you want me to come or not?" "That's not the point." I tried to dodge the question but he insisted, "Why? Tell me what you want Mo! I won't come if you don't want me to." And that same tender oh let me love you look! All my defences were suddenly melting away... I looked at him helplessly. How could I tell him what I want? Where do I begin? As if sensing my dilemma, he approached me slowly and said in a gentler tone "If I tell you that I don't mind coming at all, then? Would you still have objections?"

I answered, feeling slightly embarrassed that I was in this situation. "I see. So to be honest, I'm kind of confused and I also have a few questions that I want to ask to clear my confusion but I don't want to invade your privacy and seem like I'm being too inquisitive and at the same time, I doubt that you’d tell me what it is that is going on. I'm still quite confused though and I would be lying if I said that I don't want to know what's going on," she blurted out.

They give me a look that suggests they are asking if I am good, and I reply by shaking my head quickly with wide eyes. There is no way I can be good with this. How the hell am I supposed to be good with this? Damon fucking tricked me and just disappeared into nowhere, and now I am left stuck in this loop with no one to help me and nothing to just at least help me figure this out. Goddess, I feel so confused right now as I glance at every single question on the paper and begin to rake my fingers through my hair. Oh maybe I think I know questions two and three, but then what about question one and then four and then five and six and seven and eight all the way up to 20?

Confusion etched across her features as she frantically searched the room, turning over cushions and peering under furniture. Desperation etched into her features, Hailee's mind raced, trying to recall any possible explanation for the book's disappearance. Had she misplaced it? Had someone taken it? Questions swirled in her mind, but the answers eluded her grasp. The room seemed to close in on her, amplifying her worry and frustration.

I can feel the already broken pieces in my heart breaking into smaller fragments. My heart is completely shattered while my mind is filled with a million different questions, one of them being; What's going on? I am very confused.

He tried to change the subject but as the new, crazy badass Luna I was, I won't stop until I get the best out of it. "Do I look like someone who is not okay? "I asked. "You are strange this morning. Why are you answering my question with a question? Have I done something wrong? What have I done?" He kept asking. I made him confused and the next thing was to mess up his mind. I would make his life more miserable than ever. That he won't think twice than to spill the truth himself.

He wants to say some more things to her but he couldn't find the words to say them out, it doesn't make sense. "Are you sure?" That is the last thing Bushra wants to ask but she found her lips moving to inquire about it. So much information, it makes her head throb with nothing but utter confusion, flabbergast and flummox. "I've never been more sure about anything."

The voice said all these things in it's statements. I was thrown into a further deeper amount of confusion, as I looked all around ins wondering manner. "I don't get anything from what you have said, can you please say them in a more clear manner?" With a confused facial expression, I said those words in a pleading manner. "You ask too many questions... There are things that are not meant to be known, until when it is the right time!" The husky voice said to me abruptly, as it sounded very pissed off towards my constant manner of asking questions.

Her eyes wide opened at the mysterious resemblance of the person who was a century old and a similar one in the coffin who resembled him a lot. Or was that a recent picture? How come can he resemble someone from over a decade? or that was just misleading familiarity happening at a coincidence. ‘What’s going on? What is it happening everywhere around? Why there is a new question everywhere? Why was there no answer to anything?’, her mind was shouting at herself now, getting confused, blasting with the unanswered questions building inside. Murphy turned around towards Sam, she decided to tell him about the ambiguity which was breeding inside her mind.

"Of course I am." "Then why did you grumble?" He asked. "Did I? That's not possible." I replied him. "Are you saying I don't know what I'm saying?" He questioned, asnhe drop his laptop on the side table. "Yes. I mean, no. No. But maybe. No I mean. No." I sputtered. He chortled, and moved closer to me. "Why are you so confused?" He asked, as he grabbed my arms.