C36 I want to play

Gabe

When we get upstairs, I expect angry glares and spiteful comments. I wouldn’t be surprised if she rejected me. I have no right to ask for her hand. We’re on the top floor and she pulls me into her room.

She closes the door and locks it behind me. She walks over and sits on her bed, pulling her legs up to her chest, and wrapping her arms around them.

Instead of anger, I see pain