I curled up on the couch, my tears dripping onto my jeans. Tal walks in, and I immediately sit up, wiping my face. 

"Addi," he asks, concerned, "what's wrong?" 

"I've just been thinking about something..." I say, quietly.

"Do you want to talk about it..?" He looked very concerned.

I shook my head. "I just... please let me be for a bit?" I bit my lip, upset by thought. He left me alone, and I grabbed a glass of ice water. I cleaned up my face, and sat back down, one more single tear rolling down.


What I didn't want to say to him... was probably something he wouldn't want to hear... 


I need to ask him... even if it hurts.



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