The silence was broken by his soft chuckle. It was tense and kind of sounded forced. I couldn’t help but wince at that weary look on his face.
“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” he said with a shake of his head. He squeezed his palms together and smiled at me. It didn’t even reach his eyes, but at least he tried to lighten up the mood.
“I don’t mind. I like hearing more about you. I want to know more about you,” I admitted without looking away from his gaze. It was enough to somehow snatched him away from his past. He blinked at me and remembered I was here. This was his present. And ten years ago had long been gone.
His transparency was the aftermath of reminiscing his past. But one blink at my words and his face went vacant. He wanted to hide something from me, and my foolish
