A suffocating silence follows the moment I enter his room.
This is the same room where I was asked to leave. The same room where he turned his back on me.
When I agreed to come to Moonstone earlier, I thought I could handle it. I thought I would be able to not think about what happened, but I was wrong.
My mind is filled with the memories of that morning. That pathetic heartache when I woke up and saw him with his back turned to me.
That morning when he came back, he didn't even look at me and headed straight to the window, ignoring me. He refused to see my face. He said the same exact word that hurt me in the vision.
I don't like looking at your face.
I don't like looking at your face.
I don't like looking at your face.
Fuck.
I need to stop thinking about it. I don't need to relive those moments. I don't have to think about his back turned to me.
At least not now, when he opens his arms for me. But he did turn his back also.
