263. Rehab: China.
You went to see the Great Wall anyway. He wasn’t going to ruin this day for you. This trip was his idea, but you planned it all for a to z and you weren’t going to let him ruin this day for you. You walked on your own, looking around at the view.
You stopped at some point and leaned on the wall, deep into thoughts.
“Darling,” you heard his voice. You thought you were dreaming, you turned your head in direction of the voice. There he was slowly walking towards you, his hand into his pockets.
“Leave me alone, Harry,” you sighed, standing back up and walking away. He followed behind you.
“Can we please talk about this?”
“It’s already been a long day and it’s not even past noon and I want to have a good rest of the day.”
“I am sorry, alright? I am fucking sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I saw this guy on the street and the next thing I know is that I am giving him some money for a couple of bags.”
“A couple of bags? It wouldn’t have lasted you this long, that I know. You must’ve bought some in New Zealand and Australia and Japan.”
“I knew you were going to react like this that’s why I didn’t tell you.”
You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to him, “since when are you lying and hiding things from me?”
“I am not. I am not lying and I am not hiding things from you - I mean except for that.”
“When you find a valid reason to hide things from me, we’ll talk. Until then, I am going to try and enjoy the view and try to make this day better because it can’t get worse.”