It's hard perceiving what is right in front of me.
What happened to him?
His face was grey from obvious fatigue. He comes off completely different and exhausted—it barely seems like him.
He wore black pants, a crisp white shirt, and a hat on his head.
Now he was on his feet, looking at me like I was a ghost.
My heart hurts already, but I forced my numb legs to gradually move forward until there were less than two steps between us.
"Hi." I swallowed from the uncomfortable position I found myself in.
"Hey… I—Mhmm." He tries to find the right words but has difficulty doing that with both hands shoved in his pockets and his foot tapping the polished floor. "Sit, please." He beckoned and stepped back a bit, providing space by the bed.
"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" I quietly
