He chuckled at my response. This time, it was genuine and gentle. "I know. Still, I feel bad. I was too much. You wouldn't run and cry for nothing."
"I didn't run to… I just needed time alone. I wasn't running from you like what I did to my parents."
"I'm glad, thank you. I thought I'd lose you," he said in a breath. It was as if he knew he wasn't supposed to say it but his feelings simply demanded to be voiced out. The predicament he was going through alone materialized on his face but it wasn't something I could name. He closed his eyes and took mild breaths.
Opening his eyes, he moved to the chair and patted the space next to him for me. I did. And the pause stretched between us. We stared out at the farm, gratified at the scenery, for the soothing fresh air, to the serenity, and eve
