Chapter 2 • The Quiet
Nick handed me a tray with a plate packed with waffles, another plate filled with fruits, a smaller plate with pastries, a glass of orange juice, and a glass of water.
My mouth watered at the sight of this, and I thanked him before digging into the waffles.
He sat on the chair next to my bed and watched silently as I devoured the food. Was he always this quiet?
"This is delicious," I complimented in an attempt to start a conversation.
"Thanks," he said. "It's one of Mother's secret recipes."
"She's a great cook," I complimented.
"Was," he corrected, and a flash of hurt ran through his eyes, but his stony expression remained. He clenched his hands into a fist, and my eyes widened.
"Sorry," I apologized quickly. "I didn't-"
"It's okay," he intervened while standing up. "Enjoy."
"Wait," I called out as he rushed to the door. He stopped and turned to me. "Please, stay."
"Why?" he asked.
"I wanna talk," I answered.
He went back to his seat and sat in silence.
After moments of silence, I nervously said, "So..."
"Stop," he exhaled while shaking his head.
"W-what?" I frowned.
"I know you're afraid of me," he announced. "Stop pretending you're not."
"I-okay," I nodded in defeat. "I still wanna talk about the accident though."
"It wasn't an accident," he grunted as his hands tightened into a fist again.
"What happened?" I asked, but he shook his head in response.
"I don't wanna talk about it," he mumbled.
"Okay," I replied while eyeing his fist.
He unclenched it quickly, and his face softened. We stared at each other in silence before he angrily stood up and left the room.
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