Wonder If You Wonder (sequel to red string)

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I turned my head towards you. I was confused. Why were you here? Didn't you hate me, despised my existence to the point where you pretended I was invisible?

by looking at you, I could notice that your eyes were harder, less open to possibilities, less curious. Something broke you and I felt the nasty slither of guilt in my throat. It was all my fault.

I found the courage to ask, though my voice resembled the whisper of pages in a large library, "Why are you here?"

you finally looked at me, dark eyes searching my features. I wanted to run away from your scrutiny and hide under a rock, but instead what you said, in a voice as quiet as mine had been, shocked me into staying.

"I couldn't stay away."