COVERED IN DAISIES

21. ACT TOUGH!

After our mini-date at the cinema, I thought things would be different. I thought Daisy would finally give me the chance to be part of her life, but she didn't.

Her Bipolar behaviour grew more intense, and she wouldn't even talk to me for days. It was like she didn't even need me in her life at all; at least that's what he thought.

Some few weeks after our visit to the cinema, I made an attempt of getting to know her more, by asking her questions from her past, but she sulked up all through the conversation, refusing to even speak to me.

It was like she didn't need me anymore. It was like she didn't care about all that I was doing for her to get better.

​ "What's going on, Daisy? I thought you said you were feeling better just some few days ago." I said and dropped the cutlery on the table.

Daisy sat across me at the mini-Dining table. She sat there, her head ducked, as she played with the food in front on her. She didn't talk, neither did she make any gestures.

​"We've stayed together for months now and I still don't know who you really are. Why are you being so difficult to even talk to." I wiped my mouth with the napkin.

​Like an enigma which cannot be solved.

"What exactly do you want to know, huh? That I think my father is a murderer? Is that what you want me to tell you?" She fumed.

​"What!" I shouted.

In that moment I wondered if she really meant what she said. Did she really say her father was a murderer?

"Yes. That's why I never want to see him again. So, can you stop making everything about me now?" She facepalmed.

​I stood from my chair and went to sit on the chair next to her.

I touched her hands, trying to take them off her face, but she didn't want me to.

​"I really care about you Daisy. I really want to be there for you just give me the chance."

She removed her hands from her face. She didn't raise her head, and she didn't speak.

​"Please tell me why they locked you up in the garage.
I want to know everything that happened during that period."

"I don't know why and I can't tell you what I've been through." She shouted and stood up to leave.

I tried to stop her from leaving the table but she shoved my hands away. And as strong as I thought I was, I couldn't maintain my balance, and fell flat on my butt.

"Argh!" I moaned in pain.

She didn't help me up. She didn't even turn to say sorry, as she jolted into the bedroom.

That was when I felt the need to give up on her.
​How can you help someone who doesn't want to be helped.

I stood up from the floor, took my sweater and wore it on the black T-shirt I had on, and left the room not knowing exactly where I was going.

I sat on the lovers-bench near the pool. The place was quiet, calm and serene. That was when I tried to process everything that had happened in the past one month we've stayed together.

I wanted to try and understand her, but I still couldn't. One thing I knew for sure was that, I could never let her go. I had gotten too much involved in her life to let go now; My time, efforts, feelings all involved.

That was the moment I finally realized, I had been COVERED IN DAISIES.

Over the past month, all my focus and attention were on helping Daisy recover from her trauma, that I had forgotten about the mystery which also needed to be solve.