"What is bothering you?" he embraced her from behind.
Seeing her distracted and so down lately just started affecting him too. It is a natural reaction if you think about it.
For how can he be happy knowing she is not well? How can he do just that when she is the air he breathe?
She has not been writing for days. Early in the morning she would open the laptop, stare at the screen and close it again.
It was odd but he couldn't ask her directly since she doesn't know he knew she was taking out her laptop to write her books secretly.
"Nothing," of course he knew that to be a lie as well.
"You can't say nothing when you are barely eating and sleeping. If there is something bothering you, you should at least tell me so I can do something about it," he lectured.
She opened her eyes wide at him but remained silent, "Not everything in this world is within your control."
