DO YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME?

MIRANDA

"Does Hazel know that I am the one out here?" I wondered as I knocked on his door again.

This time, the door was opened by him. He had on a white singlet and black sweatpants. He had washed off the blood from his hand but his wounds were still fresh, and without saying a word to me, he left the door open and walked back inside.

"Was that a go-ahead for me to proceed inside?" I didn't want to go into his room and would have preferred to talk to him outside.

Nevertheless, I went in while holding the first aid box. The smell of alcohol filled the room and I realized he had been drinking. More than three empty bottles of wine were on the floor beside his bed where he sat, making me wonder if he had drank all of them alone.

"Say what you want and get lost," he snapped.

"So he knew I was the one," I thought.

I picked up the chair by his table and pulled it toward the bed. Sitting in front of him, I showed him the first aid box. However, he turned his back on me.

For some reason, thi