51. His invisible air

[Zeve’s POV]

“I meant emotional strength.” I blurted out, sensing danger in his tone.

Now that I had already dug my grave, I would rather dig it deeper.

“You are just bottling up, pretending you are fine when you are dying inside. Not letting people come close to you when you are at your lowest because you are afraid to ask for help when you need it. To ask for a hand when you can’t walk…”

“Will you… come close to me? Will you… hold my hand when I can’t walk?” He asked.

For a second, I forgot to breathe.

“Do you think I need you?” He let out a pitiful laughter.

I frowned. “Of course, you don’t need me.”

“So stop lecturing me,” he said.

“You are just… scared. Scared that when people see your vulnerable side, they might hurt you more. They will. But not everyone comes into your life to hurt you. Some come to heal you. You think I will hurt you, right? What way?” I shrugged. I was going to be murdered soon.

Goodbye world.

“I have told this to you before too and I will say it ag