Part 2
My heart was beating fast.
Very fast.
He stood there quietly.
Hands inside his pockets.
Eyes avoiding mine.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Honestly, the silence itself started becoming uncomfortable.
Then finally, he sat down slowly on the chair opposite me.
_And ; s sighed.
Not normal sighing.
Heavy sighing.
The type people do when carrying something inside for too long.
Then he looked at me.
Directly.
