𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑜
I leaned the back of my head on the wall of the cell. My eyes were shut as my mind trailed back to Marcus' words. Should I believe him? Every word that came out of his mouth earlier today? That night, I felt like I lost my existence. I was having multiple thoughts on why he said those. I can't help but think over and over about that night, now he came clean. Why does my heart fail to register his confession?
"Do you want to know why my behaviour toward you changed?"
I bucked my head and gazed at the shabby-looking wooden table that pulled us opposite each other. I fiddled my hands. I opened my mouth to speak but I can't, the words to say were heavy and I don't know how to voice them out. My heart grew heavier and tears build in my eyes as the memory of that night flashed in.
