Anaiah's POV

The truth I wanted, the truth I've been pressing him to tell me hits me like a truck, and my heart drops. What was I thinking to even pressure him into giving me an answer? My legs involuntarily move backward until they hit the bed and I sit. Leon closes his eyes momentarily, regretting his words but he's already said it.

Why do I feel bad though? This is the truth I've been wanting to hear right? Why is my heart clutching?.

"I- I," He stutters, pressing his hand to his forehead.

"Why didn't you share your feelings with me?" I ask quietly.

"I shouldn't have said that,...