Aliyana

After a long lunch and the afternoon fast approaching, I head to the kitchen for a snack, not expecting Marco to be sitting there.

I turn to head right back out,

"Don't go," Two words I once wanted to say, two words that would have once held much more than what it means now.

"Why?"

"Please, stay," I think about it carefully, before I turn around and see him sitting by the counter with a chair and his laptop.

"I didn't know you wear glasses." His ...