If Only

"Just tell me what it is Black" he insisted. And all I could do was stay silent on the other side of the phone. How could I tell him though? How? I would be risking everything, just for the sake of my sanity. And there is just too much at stake. How can I be so selfish? The answer is, I can't be. I just can't. "It's nothing really. You don't need to worry about it Ajax, I'm completely fine. And yeah, there are somethings that I am struggling with, but, I will get over on my own. You know me, I overthink stuff. So don't worry about me." And even before I finish giving my pathetic excuse, I can hear him sighing with resign. He knows me enough to know that I am too stubborn. And doesn't matter how much he pleads with me, I will not cave, not until I want to anyway.
"Okay, if you say so. And you know that I don't believe you when you say that you are fine, right? But I know that your stubborn ass will not tell me anything and I won't force you either. But, Black, please take care of yourself" he says with such tenderness that I almost want to tell him everything. Almost. I cut the call. And the discussion is over. He won't ask me and I won't say anything. We will meet tomorrow and nothing will change. Just that a little piece of me would have died. Again.

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