RAIN
*depicts self-harm in the chapter, please be advised.
I have messed up and it's not small this time.
Ron has stopped choking and is now lying down, looking at me and I can't even make myself know what he is thinking.
I don't want to speak about it, and he hasn't said anything either, since the episode and we are now seated on the kitchen floor, the food I was cooking all forgotten on the stove.
"Are you okay?" I finally ask in a whisper.
"I am okay," he responds. "Are you finally going to tell me why your blood was acidic and burning me up?"
I don't want to, but I hurt him. I feel so awful about it. I swallow the tears bubbling, not wanting to cry, and make myself the priority when it's clear that this is about Ron.
He deserves an explanation, even though I don't wish to. It's such a big thing to unload, a heavy secret I have kept from him, and telling him is just so … hard.
