The promise

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"So how was the vacation?" Mason ask as he turn out of the school parking lot. This line I have practice over again. Just smile and say "It was great," which was a lie and then say "But I missed you." Which was the truth.

"It was great! But I missed you." I smile

"I missed you so much too. What did you do? Tell me everything." I have practice this one too.

"I didn't do much that's why it was great. I just laid around the house thinking about you, went to the beach, ate good food... vacation things." I could vomit from lying to him.

"Why didn't you call?"

"I lost my phone in between arriving and getting to my house. I thought I lost it for good but it was in between the couches, dead. I am sorry. Then I found it and try calling but yours wasn't working."

"I mistakenly broke it that day, fuck I had a feeling you would call that day too.. anyways I got a new one." I notice his swearing has become more and actually looking at him he looks stressed out in the eyes and his shoulders looks quite stiff. "Let's pass by the Italian restaurant and do a takeout? Anything you want... you have lost weight Babe." That's what happens when you suffer from depression and stop eating. Although I love the Italian restaurant I have no appetite at all.

"You don't like how I look?" He looks me over his eyes landing on my bony hands then neck.

"You look good, but I like your body before you left. Your ass bigger, your hip a little wider, so now I want to feed you back there." I look myself over completely disgusted with the way I look. I am wearing plain black legging that feels a little loose, a black winter jacket, my hair is in its natural state and pulled into a messy bun. And no amount of makeup could cover the very dark circles under my eyes.

"The Malaria cause me to loose appetite, hence the weight drop."

"I am sorry." He replied intertwining my hands as he drive to the restaurant and I wait in the car while he got the food then we drive to his house.

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Mason POV

"I can't eat anymore." She frown standing up from the table. She barely touched her food maybe a bite but that was it. She looks lean and weary. This whole three weeks has been a shit show. So many things have occurred and I need to find a way of telling her but if I can wait another day, I will. My mind is in a million places and hers looking just as gone.

"You barely ate in the first place." I held on to her fragile hand as she pass me on the way to the couch. I pulls her into me, her eyes are worried and drained. "I know but I am not hungry. Just finish up and meet me on the couch."

I stands up from the chair "I am not hungry either."

"You sure?"

"Yes." I follow her to the couch and sit down. She moves to sit beside me, but I pull her to sit down between my legs even though she felt hesitant. Something is wrong, I can feel it. I shouldn't have made the comment about her weight. I have spent enough time with women to know that's a touchy topic.

She cuddle into my body, placing her head on my chest. I study her face, her eyes, her nose and her beautiful lips. Those beautiful lips that I haven't kissed in weeks. The ones I dream of day and night. I shift her neck so that she is looking up to me. I need to kiss her, to consume her worries and mine. To apologize. My lips tingle and warmth spread through my heart as I kiss her softly and tenderly. They start getting a little eager and hungry but the guilt I feel is eating me from the inside out. She pulls away from my kiss and place one on my nose before putting her head back on my chest. Why did she stop? What's wrong? What happened on the trip? Why doesn't she want to kiss me or be beside me. Was it the comment? Does she know? She couldn't. She would have said something. In our silence my mind flashes back to the week before.