How did he end up in this complicated situation?
Why did he allow his obsession to take over his decision-making?
He could continue questioning his mental state, but would that do him any good? Or he could try to remedy his situation instead. Besides, he believed he had no choice otherwise.
Still, all he knew at that moment was how he wanted her constantly at his side. Whether that was wise or not was irrelevant.
"So, how was your trip yesterday?" His grandfather asked when he accidentally bumped into him at the staircase.
He was about to return to his room from his morning jog while his grandfather, he would assume, was on his way to the garden where he usually would like to take his breakfast.
"It was ok." He answered without supplying explanations. "I will just take a shower before I join you for breakfast." He told his grandfather, feeling the sweat on his skin sticking to his shirt.
