"It's not your fault he died. It's not."
I shook my head in denial as I tried to mentally block out all Silas was saying while I tried focusing on my breathing which suddenly ceased for a few seconds due to how hard I was crying.
It was a Monday, three days after the session I had with my therapist. Three days after I spoke with Michael. Three days after I finally admitted to my self that I had somehow fallen in love without even realising it.
It was supposed to be just a simple hangout where by I'll get to talk with Silas and maybe kiss and do we other stuff for a little bit before I'll finally head home.
It wasn't supposed to have a very emotional talk, it wasn't. It was supposed to be just Netflix and popcorn, a make out session hopefully, and a tight cuddle before I'd finally head home in the evening.
