"But I need your help" he said, his voice starting to sound desperate. I stared at him without removing my piercing gaze for even a second. "Really? So you still have guts to say that, huh?"I said, my arms folded, as I continued my speculative gaze. He broke the awkward stare that had started between us by looking towards his dressing table.
"You know I didn't mean that. So don't start thinking I can't live without you" he said, slightly relaxing on his wheel chair. Letting out a huge sigh, I headed towards the door. Stopping as I reached for the handle, I said to him without turning back.
"You still haven't changed, have you?". He gave me a quizzical stare before finally answering. "Oh I have, Nicole. More than you think."
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