Tutor My Heart
I ask, while having my eyes torn towards him.
Daniel has a novel held up in his hands, from nowhere. I guess his reading addiction has not faded a bit, as he doesn’t care to look up. He reads while replying to my question.
“No, there isn’t an issue” he states. “They left to celebrate” he states.
“Celebrate? “ my eyes lift “celebrate what? “ my inquisitive parts catch on.
“To celebrate your engagement” Daniel replies, still glued to his book.
My head tings at his response. He sure doesn’t know what he’s saying, or is definitely lost in the pages of his book, that makes him forget, I’m not here among them.
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