TMUW 66: Waited

"What are you doing here?"

I stepped aside to let Lucas pass. It had been a few minutes since I arrived at his condo, and he had just returned. I couldn't bring myself to look at him directly, overwhelmed by a sense of shame. I wasn't even sure if I should be feeling that way.

I was taken aback when he pushed me aside as I followed him. Our eyes met, and it was at that moment that I felt compassion as I looked into his eyes, which seemed weary. The surroundings were dark, and it appeared as if he hadn't had a proper rest yet.

My heart ached.

"Leave," he told me, gesturing for me to go.

I shook my head. "I'll stay here," I said.

He shot me a glare.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "I was waiting for you to visit me, you know—"

"Are you dead?" he asked, cutting me off before I could finish what I am saying.

"If I were dead, would you visit me? Would you visit me and your child?"

I tried to catch his expression after I say it but I saw no reaction in his eyes, and he didn't see