The talk

When I get home, I find that Sila has already left for a shift at her father's restaurant. That gives me plenty of time for me to mull over what I'm about to say to her. What part of her online persona is fact and what is fiction? Is she bisexual? A virgin? A masochist? And should I tell her everything, like how I caught her masturbating whilst moaning my name?

Sila arrives home at about 8 o'clock, and heads into her room. Guess it's now or never. After a deep breath, I head to her door and knock.

"What is it?" She asks.

"I wanna talk. Can I come in?"

"Just a sec."

Shit. Why am I confronting her in the bedroom? Why didn't I let her relax over a cup of tea or something like that? I'm such an idiot. Now she probably realizes that I do know her little secret. I mean why else would I come to her bedroom? She seems to be delaying too, as if she knows what's about to happen. Eventually, Sila faces the inevitable and opens the door, wearing a sky blue robe.

"Come in." She meekly whimpers.

She leads me inside and we sit on the edge of her bed. There, I say "It's about Friday."

"What happened?"

"Well I... I saw your writing..."

I can't look at her. I can't bear to see what expression is filling her face. Unfortunately, there was no way to avoid the sound of her bursting into tears. I look to her face, that's now buried in her hands. In an attempt to comfort her, I wrap my arm around her but before I can get out a word she pushes my arm away and stands up. As she storms towards the door, I say "I didn't mean to..."

My words are in vain, and she doesn't stop, slamming the door behind her. I take chase, entering the passageway. That's where she enters the bathroom, still bawling her eyes out.