"Andrew."
He gave me a forced smile.
My heart feels more painful now that I see the sadness in his eyes.
I went closer to him.
“Are you okay?” I asked him worriedly.
I wanted to scold myself because I know that I should avoid him. After all, he only gives me nothing but heartache.
He just shook his head.
I frowned. “What happens? Do you have a problem?”
He nodded, then he pointed his left chest.
“What?” I asked, a bit clueless about his answer.
“My heart hurts.” He said, then he points again at his left chest.
I look at him intently. I don’t know what to say to him now. I also don’t know if I still want to hear his answer.
He smiles at me bitterly. “Nothing. I will just go.”
He was about to leave when I hold his arm to stop him.
Then I look at him again. I am trying to read his mind.
“What is your problem? Why do you feel hurt?” I asked him.
I have an idea, but I want to hear it from him.
He faces me and looks at me intently.