LIAM
At this point, I am pretty sure that the universe is playing some kind of dirty tricks on me. Because I am not sure if I am hearing what I am actually hearing. It feels almost unbelievable.
I want to ask Kian what he means by, "I am here because of you." But I won't. My pride won't allow me to and my gut is way too scared to know the answer.
Sometimes oblivion is bliss. And I want it to be that way. I am better off knowing what he meant by that. It is just not right...how he makes me feel things just by six words and a sentence.
"Oh." It is the only thing that I say before falling silent.
Endless silence stretches between us after this. The silence isn't uncomfortable but it isn't comfortable as well. It is charged with electricity and the tension is as thick as the layers of frozen butter. I can cut through it with a knife.
I want to jump down the rooftop just to avoid this kind of silence. I prefer uncomfortable silence over the tension flowing between us.
