His arms wrapped around my torso and he patted my back softly, comforting me.
What's this? He's the one who died and I'm the one being comforted?
I pulled away from the hug rather abruptly and wiped my tears with the back of my hands.
"This is so embarrassing. You're the one in need of comfort, this isn't about me. Why the heck am I even crying! It's late. I-I should let you go get some rest..." I rambled as I got up from the bed, moving away from him.
I was feeling so many different things at once, consumed by a strange overpowering sadness and grief that confused my actions.
He needed to go get some rest? Girl be so for real!
Vasilis stood up, the expression on his face sad and forlorn as he began walking toward the door.
Wait. Why's he leaving?! Why's he listening to me and actually leaving?!
But I couldn't stop him now. Not again. Not while I had nothing to say to him to make him stay. It would feel foolish to do so.
