We reached home and had dinner.
I went to our room as my heart skipped a beat, remembering all those agonizing memories that room gave me.
We awkwardly stood in the room.
We were lost in our own thoughts.
I, in dread, which he can never eradicate. He, in penitence that I can never forgive him.
We looked at each other for a second as we both said at the same time.
"Let's sleep." This all is so awkward.
I quickly went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I realized that I forgot my clothes outside. I was about to call Christian but he knocked first.
"You forgot your clothes." I heard his voice.
I slowly opened the door, he was looking away while holding the clothes. He isn't trying to look at my exposed form, well that's unusual coming from him.
“Thanks…” I took the clothes and wore them and walked outside. He went to the bathroom without sparing a glance at me.
