"Are you... are you serious, Ferrah?" Tsekani was taken aback. "I think she is interesting, yes, but not in the way you're imagining. Besides, do you think my brother would let me near any of his things?"
Ferrah's eyes narrowed and she took a step back, her arms crossing over her chest. "If you say so."
Tsekani felt as though his chest would burst. He knew that he shouldn't feel such sorrow at her accusations, especially given the nature of their relationship, but something about her remarks tore at him.
"Why do you mistrust me so?" Tsekani couldn't help but ask. He had asked her similar questions countless times before, but never received a proper answer.
"I don't know how much of you is real," she answered. "You're a thoughtless puppet with no ambition. How am I supposed to trust someone that doesn't have feelings of his own?"
