BOND OF THE PAST

"You remember what I told you in the morning?" Deep starts after sighing like a hundred times.

What exactly is he referring to?

"We talked about a lot of things this morning, so which one, in particular, are you referring to?" I quiz.

"That it's you, who wanted us to remain this way. As...just...friends." He says, pulling me to the seat.

I don't demur. I follow him voluntarily and we crouch on the couch facing each other, our knees almost lounging on each other's.

Not a decent posture for my own thoughts, but it's tolerable. We are in for a serious symposium so I am certain that my virtuous brain will not have the time or incentive to drift haywire.

"Yes, what about it?" I implore, my eyes not leaving his.

"You rejected me. Not once, but twice."

Ahem!

"Why?" I curiously query.

"The first time was because you didn't want to be bound by just an alignment. Your father had come to me with a marriage proposal. He wanted me to marry you, and the only reason he gave me was that he was sure