The whole day passed and neither of us talked about it again. Though she wanted to, she didn’t get the chance. As for me, I didn’t want to discuss it anymore, so I avoided it as much as I could. The reason was simple—I didn’t know what to say, or even if I wanted to say anything. I wasn’t sure. And how could we begin a discussion on something that even we ourselves were uncertain about?

The day was gone, and night stood at the gate knocking, ready to unveil reality. Yet, without losing my composure, I continued with every bit of self-respect within me.