|Innaya|
Eshan brought me in, and I couldn't voice any disagreement, for I was afraid of breaking down. I knew I would start crying if I opened my mouth. I would have protested if my body had listened to me. I turned my head in another direction, refusing to face pity in Eshan's eyes.
"Don't run. Be good and sit here." Eshan placed me down on the sofa, and he disappeared in the house somewhere. If he hadn't mentioned about running, then I would have for sure dragged my body and ran away. If not for troubling him more, I didn't mind going away from him. With full hope of reconciling with him, I had prepared what I assumed was his favorite. I got ready and brought him the dinner, but in the end what happened?
I added more into his troubles.
