A Twist...
Mikael feared for Tasha, things didn't go the way she expected..
Well she didn't really know what she expected.
______*I took a deep breath when I got to Tasha's room door.
How was she going to take it?..what if she'd gotten over it, and I'll come over and reopen healing wounds.
But she deserved to know...there was no doubt about that.
Another deep breath and I knocked on the door before I could back out, I shut my eyes tight steeling myself as I heard shuffling of feet and a faint voice saying "I'm coming".
"Oh? Mikael, come in, what are you..is something wrong?" I managed a smile and walked into her room. Her walls were a soft lavender, her duvet a lighter shade of purple.
Everything seemed to be in sync with one another.
"Is something wrong? You want to tell me something?" Her insistence made me to feel worse.
"I..about.."
"Are you okay?" I stood up from the cjair on which i sat, about to go but she held my hand.