After dinner, he was the one who washed the dishes.
The sound of the tap running in the kitchen stopped. I was sitting on the sofa when he brought fruit over. I turned on the TV and watched it.
Matthew sat next to me and observed me.
I looked at him and just so happened to meet his gaze. I smiled without panicking at all. "What's the matter? I’m going to have a hard time concentrating on this TV show if you keep looking at me like this."
"You're different today," he said softly.
Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment before I slowly smiled. "Am I?"
He hummed, then turned his head. "You always went to your room after eating before this."
"I probably got bored staying in the room. That's why I want to stay outside. In fact, it’s not bad staying out here to watch TV. I even get to eat fruit." I used a toothpick to pick up a piece of fruit and popped it into my mouth. It was chilly. It felt great.
I would always be amused by the sitcoms aired on TV.
Matthew, who was beside me, was calm. He only smiled slightly when something funny came up and showed no extra expressions.
During the advertisement break, he suddenly called my name with a serious expression. In a low tone, he asked, "Do you miss him?"
I knew he was talking about Theo.
I pursed my lower lip and gulped. I did not respond to him for a long time.
"I want to hear the truth," he said again.
I nodded. My voice was small and soft as I answered, "I miss him a lot, but what can I do?"
Looking at him, my eyes were full of desolation.
I lowered my eyes and laughed with tears in my eyes. "You want me to forget Theo now, but I can't do it. You want me to accept you now, but I can’t do that too. All I can do now is to adapt and get used to everything here, or I'll go crazy."
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