Though a bit touched by Lewis's confession, it's all too sudden.
I remain befuddled about everything, or perhaps I'm just refusing to believe that his words are all true. But then, this is Lewis - a man of wisdom and faultless speeches. He has no reason to lie.
"I'm sorry, Lily. I know I told you that I'd tell you everything about me after that art exhibition, but it turned out that I wasn't prepared yet," Lewis muttered with a downcast gaze.
One minute it's about me, then on the next, it's suddenly him, but I'll just take that as his way of changing topics. He just probably doesn't want to divulge his thoughts about our first meeting too much, but now that he said that, I think it's more appropriate to say that he isn't really ready about confessing so many things at this point.
He's indeed a reserved fellow.
"I understand, Lewis. You shouldn't apologize for that. I'm grateful enough that you listened to me," I replied, smiling at him as I wipe my tear-stricken face.
