In the dream, it felt like Anthony was trying to tell sothing, but it felt so difficult for to hear him. Then, Bradon appeared out of nowhere and pulled away while I struggled. It was a strange dream, and it didn’t help that I wasn’t sure what Anthony was trying to say to . Although I had never seen the two brothers together before in real life, the clear disagreent between them wasn’t quite what I had imagined in my mind.
"I wonder if he’s ho..." I whispered to myself after I realized that I didn’t quite rember all the details of the dream that I had.
Wrapping a robe around my thin nightgown, I quickly made my way down to the living room. My instincts told that Bradon was ho and that it was about ti we got down to talking about what exactly was bothering him. It felt like I had hit the jackpot when I found Bradon sitting casually on the sofa the mont I walked into the living room. It felt like he had been waiting for , and I could sense that we wanted to talk things out so that we could get to the bottom of whatever it was we needed to talk about. I offered him a smile that I hoped made my intentions for a peaceful talk quite clear.
"You’re back..." I said to break the silence between us.
"Yes, as you can see..." he replied before he fixated his eyes on .
His intense gaze, as he stared at while waiting for to strike up the conversation without offering any help, made feel slightly cornered. It wasn’t easy to co up with the right words, and there was also the risk that I had completely misunderstood him and his reaction. For a mont, I wasn’t sure how to proceed and wondered if I should avoid the matter altogether by talking about sothing more casual. When that thought entered my mind, I reminded myself that I wouldn’t last very long by Bradon’s side if I started acting like a coward.
"It’s great that Anthony has finally woken up..." I said after a mont of making up my mind.
"It sure is, but I always knew that he would wake up eventually," Bradon replied.
For a mont, I thought I saw a small smile tug at the corners of his lips, but that smile was gone all too soon. There was an unreadable look in his eyes that gave the confirmation I needed-that I wasn’t simply imagining things. Sothing was wrong, and it was my job to make it right.
"I’m sure that you were pleasantly surprised and also happy, just like Diana and ," I said before taking a pause to gauge his reaction.
"Of course," he replied quite passively.
"If that’s the case, I was just wondering why you acted quite disturbed or even upset, you know, at the hospital..." I gently nudged him for an answer.
"I wasn’t upset," Bradon replied a little too quickly for to believe his words.
"I think Anthony must have felt very confused and disoriented after spending so much ti in his coma. It’s sad, but I’m sure that he wasn’t thinking straight..." I said, as I tried to keep my voice from shaking.
Bradon looked at intently for a short mont before his eyes narrowed at suspiciously. I could feel myself shriveling under his intense gaze as I struggled to co up with what to say. Although I had said so much already, I couldn’t bring myself to finish what I had really started out to say.
"What is it that you’re really trying to say?" Bradon asked, and it was clear to that his patience was fast approaching its limit.
"It’s all a misunderstanding. You know, how Anthony called my na when he woke up," I replied, sounding more defensive than I would have liked.
Bradon’s eyes widened slightly at before his face transford once again into an unreadable mask. That was enough to tell that I had hit the nail right on the head and that I needed to continue, even if it was difficult.
"I’m sure that Anthony was just confused after waking up, and I was just the first person that he saw. That’s why he called my na..." I tried my best to explain.
I clamped my mouth shut as I tried to read Bradon’s reaction to see if any of my words had reached him; however, his face was still as blank and emotionless as before.
"Why are you telling this?" Bradon asked after a mont of silence.
"Well, you seed a little upset and you left the hospital so fast, so I thought that you might have misunderstood sothing..." I replied.
"You think that I might have misunderstood? Misunderstood what exactly?" he asked, his voice cold, yet there was an edge of dissatisfaction that did not escape .
"You know just as well as I do just how crazy in love Anthony is with my sister. There’s no other reason why he would call out my na like that, except because I happened to be the first person that he saw when he opened his eyes. It’s nothing important, and you should not read anything into it," I tried desperately to explain.
Bradon did not look convinced in the slightest, although I wasn’t sure why. On the other hand, there was a part of that felt like my words of explanation sounded like excuses. My words rang hollow even to my own ears, and for a mont, I wondered if that was because there was a part deep inside that suspected there could be sothing more. However, that seed impossible.
"What if you’re wrong?" Bradon asked.
"What?" I said when he managed to catch off guard.
"What if you’re wrong? What if there’s another reason why Anthony was calling your na so desperately?" Bradon repeated his question again.
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