107. I did it for him.

He finished talking and we walked back to his cabin. I followed him slowly but carefully and saw him sighing and as soon as he sat back on his chair. I watched him through the glass door as he ran his palm all over his face to clear his mind. His mood changed to gloomy within seconds.

What is he an actor to change his emotions?. I guess. As I watched, his gaze shifted from the computer screen to the photo frame. He halted his work and started watching it with an emotionless face. He slowly grabbed the photo frame and ran his hand through the photo in it giving a faded smile.

"Was he his first love?." I muttered.

His face gave away emotions that showed distress and suffering. A tear ran down from one of his eyes. I was taken back, he really is suffering.

I knocked on the door and he quickly wiped his face with his fingers to remove the tears that didn't seem to stop.

"Come in." He said after clearing his throat. I opened the door and his face plastered the smile.<