We continued to stare at each other before he moved closer. I watched as he bridged the distance in between us. It was all done in silence and I could hear my breathing.
I kept my eyes on him as he took the seed beside me. He sat on the bed very gently not making a sound and not disturbing me. He was awfully gentle here, mindful of my state even though the wound was on my forehead.
"Are you in pain?" He asked as he raised his hand to touch my wound. I waited for his touch but when I did not feel it, I moved my eyes slightly to see it hanging in the air. He stopped himself.
"It does hurt a little." I revealed the truth. "Your uncle explained why I was moved to stand in front of the windows rather than on the balcony with you." I do not know why I said that. Perhaps, I said it to lessen his guilt. I genuinely cared for him and I knew it in my heart what is why I could not see him sad.
