CHAPTER 62

We both sat on the bench first. His head was leaning on my shoulder while we were holding hands... I was silent and so was he.

A few seconds later, I felt him squeeze my hand. I didn't realize that I was smiling because of what he was doing and my heart was starting to beat faster again.

I miss this, this feeling. When I saw that his tears were falling earlier, it was as if the anger I was feeling disappeared, it was replaced by pain because he was hurting...so I was hurting too.

I looked at the time and realized that I had been here for two hours, I told my son that I was fast. I was going to speak but my tongue is retreating, I want to stay here next to him...but I have to go home.

"I miss you, Elyse." It suddenly promised that I stopped.

"What??"

"I miss both of you, Elyse. Do you miss me as well?" He sat properly and looked me in the eye.

I bit my lip before nodding. What's the use if I lie to him...it's true that I miss him. I'm mad at him, that's true, but at the same time I mis