The tension in the air was palpable as Eamon studied my face, his concern evident. His words hung between us, "I heard you tried..." His voice was filled with a mix of worry and something that felt like pity, a feeling I wasn't sure I could bear right now.
All I could do was nod. Speaking about it felt too raw, too close to something I couldn't fully understand myself. These was only one person I wanted to talk to, and it wasn't Eamon. But he didn't know that. To him, I was just the girl he used to know, the girl who maybe still felt something for him.
He reached out, placing his hand gently over mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Why did you do that? You were happy, weren't you?" His words were soft, laced with genuine concern, but they also held an expectation, a belief that I could confide in him.
