"I think you should console her.." Christian said, coming after me. I gave Christian a death-stare,
"I lived 21 years of my life in a lie! I cannot allow myself to melt just by a few tears. Can you imagine what I am feeling?! I live my life unaware of my reality! So Don’t tell me what to do!" I said exasperatedly.
"I can't imagine..." He said. And I bet his sentence is incomplete. I was right as he took a step closer and held my hands as he kissed them slightly,
".. because I can feel them.." I yanked my hand away from him and scowled, “You can’t. No one can, so don't even try to console me.” Christian looked at me with a deep grieved face but said nothing.
“And we are not going inside. Get inside, we are going to meet Eugene.” I said angrily and sat in the car. He didn’t say anything and just sat in the car.
