Crying made me feel worse all over. Ignoring him, I turned and went back to my room, slamming the door shut behind me.
I climbed into bed, wiped my tears, and lay down.
The medicine kicked in, and I felt so exhausted that I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
In a daze, I felt something cool pressed against my forehead, easing my restless mind. It was soothing and refreshing…
I woke up at some point, desperately needing to use the bathroom.
After returning, I noticed a glass of water and a plate of peeled grapefruit waiting at the door, but Julian was nowhere in sight.
Looking around, I saw the room had been cleaned up – clothes, shoes, and bags that were carelessly tossed about were all neatly arranged.
I stood at the door, staring at the plate of grapefruit, perfectly peeled without a single blemish.
It was clearly his work. He could do everything so well and was attentive to me. He remembered I loved grapefruit but couldn’t stand it when it had any blemishes.
Every time we ate together, he’d peel it for me, handing it over with a smile. I used to think it was a sign he liked me too. But maybe the grapefruit wasn’t just for me.