He even expected me to explain the situation to others.
Seeing that I still wasn’t speaking and was lying with my back to him, just like the night before, a flicker of panic appeared in Darius’s eyes.
He frowned and there was worry in his voice.
“Are you sick?” Darius asked.
He took a few steps toward me, sat on the edge of the bed and reached out his hand.
Darius, you better take me to my burial. I never wanted to see you again.