39- Midnight conversations

It was midnight when she stepped out of the bedroom, rubbing her eyes like she had cried a river when she hadn't even shed a tear. For some reason, the tears just never came. She was still wrapping her head around the fact that he'd kept something like that from her.

Maybe she was just past the crying stage now. She was hurt, yes, but crying seemed too far fetched for a case like that.

She walked into the living room and the only source of lighting was from the Television but there was no sound. Leroy was sitting on the couch with his arms folded and eyes glued on the screen.

The animation that played was one fit for children- why did he look so interested in it?

She walked in front of him to the other side of the couch and his head followed her. When she sat beside him, she put her leg under her ass and the other foot on the couch.

There was very little space between them- not like she had done that on purpose. She turned her attention to the TV, staring at the moving picture and won