I opened my eyes as the sun poured into the room, but it was not the sun that had disturbed me. I lay still as I heard movement in the bathroom. The sink faucet was turned on, and I heard water splash on the ground. A muffled sob came from under the door, then silence. After a moment, the light turned off and the door opened. I sat up.

Leah noticed me and sighed. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was red from crying. Tears still streamed down her face as she sat on the foot of the bed, her back away from me.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take, Leah. It's been two days."

Silence.

"Leah, what the hell is wrong?"

She turned around and looked at me. For once, she didn't look at all like herself. The carefree and beautiful woman I had fallen for was now changed. and I didn't know by what. I felt my eyes narrow.

She cried out again, and I panicked. "Is there nothing I can do for you, Leah? It hurts to listen to you cry! I can't stand it!"

She hadn't spoken to me since the other night when she dropped the bowl. Even then, I could sense how hard it was for her to speak to me. I sighed.

"I love you, Leah."

She continued to look at me, and she closed her eyes. "I know."

My eyes widened as I heard her voice, but I said nothing else. I didn't know what to say. and again no words were forming no matter how hard I tried.

"You'd hate me." she said, "if you knew."