After I managed to persuade Richard to enter the house left by my late grandparents, I invited him, who still looked scared, to sit on the sofa.
"Wait here until I get back. I won't be long."
I then kissed his forehead briefly and turned my back to him, about to go into the kitchen when I felt his hand that managed to hold my wrist, making me immediately turn to him who shook his head with an expression full of reluctance.
"Please don't leave me alone here. I need you to be here with me..."
I then became silent, looking at his hand that was still holding my wrist and Richard's face that looked like he was about to cry when he asked me not to leave him here in turn.
In my heart, I regretted my decision to hastily leave Richard without asking his opinion first.
