Chapter 87 The Silent Chasm

• I feel like I'm stumbling through every interaction with Leandro. Even though he's here at home, it's as if he's not. He's been talking to his dad for a while now in the study room. I can keenly sense Leandro avoiding me, and I'm at a loss for what to do. I've tried so hard to approach him all day, but it feels like he's the one pulling away. I smile at him, but he doesn't reciprocate. I even cooked for him earlier and waited for some acknowledgment or at least a question about the chef, but nothing. Now I'm waiting outside his study room. I want to knock, but I'm afraid it will only add to my frustration with everything that's happening. How can we fix this if we're not talking to each other? Do I need to give him some space? But for how long? How long will we be like this?
• Over the past Saturday and Sunday, Leandro and I hardly spoke. We were invited to his parents' house for dinner on Sunday by Mommy. We went, but Leandro didn't speak to me once. He didn't even hold my hand as he usually does. He walked ahead of me, never looking back to see if I was walking with him or not.
• At dinner with his parents, I remained silent. I only opened my mouth to eat and responded when spoken to. I was in no mood for conversation, even though Mommy kept smiling at me. When I saw Leandro's hand on his thigh, I was tempted to reach for it, but as soon as he noticed my intentions, he swiftly placed his hand on the table, interlocking his fingers, and continued talking to his father.