More time passed in silence as we sat holding hands while we continued to trespass on the back lawn of this house.Ī sudden blast of wind blew my hair right into his face, and I said, “They’re not kidding when they call it a windy city. I decided not to press my luck in prying further.Ī plane flew overhead, and we both looked up at it in unison. The more silence that ensued, the more sure I became that he wasn’t going to elaborate on why he was afraid of hurting people and who he was afraid to hurt. He’d offer me small pieces of his life, but none of them fit together to tell a complete story. That was all I was going to get because he looked away from me, and I knew an imaginary wall had just gone up. “Hurting people…like letting people I care about down. “What are my fears?” He looked up at the sky, and his lip twitched as he pondered my question, then looked back at me. “I can’t imagine you being afraid of anything. Seeing you and how you’ve trusted me enough to guide you through your own fears, makes me think about facing some of my own.” “You think I’ve helped you…but you inspire me, Nina, without even realizing it. “Most people don’t have crazy roommates who take an interest in helping them do it.”
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