Curved Lips

I bring the last chocolate bonbon to my lips, it melts on my palate. I dispose of the box in the trash can in the kitchen. I try not to let it stay on top and thus prevent it from being seen by Mila.

"...whether something happens or not, it's not my problem, I won't poke my nose into your privacy."

The emphasis of his words tells me that I shouldn't tell him my things, but it's funny enough that he would ask about it anyway.

Sigh.

I'm going to my room, it will be a different day tom