Her hands had grown numb with their grip on the blanket. “And you what?”
“What do you think?”
He shook his head. “Why should I tell you everything about
how I feel when you never tell me anything? It’s like banging my head on a wall, except
at least if I were banging my head on a wall, I’d be able to make myself stop.”
Her lips were trembling so violently that she found it hard to speak. “Do you think
it’s easy for me?” she demanded. “Do you think—”
Sometimes the hardest thing to convey is the feeling deep down your heart.
