"Do you want to talk about it?"
I shake my head no because no. I don't want to talk about it because what would I say?
The shame is already eating me alive. The shame of having Zein take care of me, see like this, and take time out of his schedule to take care of me.
"It's okay to talk sometimes, Jude," he says, putting the bowls away. "It lessens the burden."
The last thing I need is someone else taking care of me, only to have them leave. I don't know why Zein is still here. It should disgust him to see me breaking down, rotting inside my own hell.
"Come on, Jude, you know I am not going to leave you here alone. Not after today. You scared me, you know?"
"m'sorry," I croak out. "I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't mean to worry you."
"Well, I am worried. I have been worried for a while now, but I didn't-" he cuts himself, sighing, and I just look at him, from where I am still seated.
