She stares at him with confusion written on her face as the weight of what he has said settles on her shoulders. He is looking everywhere that is not here, and the distance between them seems greater than it ever has. His hand shifts to switch its position from where it lies on the table between them, but her hand quickly joins his. She grips it tightly and holds in place as he finally glances her way.
"Did you think you were alone," she questions in a whisper. He quickly redirects his gaze, and that is the only answer she needs. She feels her chest constrict with something she can't identify. She gives his hand another squeeze in reassurance, "before you never were. You were never alone, and you never will be."
CZYTASZ
Stories That Never Get Told
General FictionThese are the stories of the things that have been, could have been, and should have been. They needed their voices to be heard, and I'm doing the best I can to give them that.
