"Speak up," he said. "If you're suffering, don't think that you're sparing anyone by not talking about it."
"Let's just drop this. I'm just having 'one of those days', okay?"
I know I wasn't convincing Aiden in the slightest bit, but I was afraid that he'd see me differently if I spoke about how I've been feeling. I don't want him to see me at my lowest point; my miserable, wallowing worst, pathetic and dirty, shameful and sorrowful— people stay away from others who are sad. It's as simple as that.
"Look, I think I should just go. It seems like you need your space and I'll respect that. " He grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door. I wanted to say something but nothing was coming out. My voice quivered and then tears sprung out my eyes. "Don't go. Don't leave me!" I said finally. I quickly covered my mouth, trying to muffle the sound of my crying and hiccuping. And I stood there with my eyes closed shut, unable to move an inch of my body.
I suddenly felt his arms wrapped around me. "Don't cry," said Aiden, his tone softening. "Nothing makes me more worried than to see you cry like this. I may not know what exactly is going on but I want you to know that you're loved, and to be loved is to be understood. Let me continue to hold you like this. Let me listen and understand you. Let me love you from now on."
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