Silver Lines

Dante. Azalea sat and stared at the wall after she ate. She hadn’t spoken a word since the bathroom incident or even so much as looked my way. I wondered when something like this would happen. Lisa had informed me and prepared me that based on what Azalea went through, she would go through episodes like this. We had found it odd that it hadn’t occurred earlier, thinking maybe she was an exception. But we guessed wrong. Reality had finally tumbled out on Azalea. “Do you need to talk about it?” I shifted on the edge of the bed. Her eyes snapped toward me, and she seemed surprised to see me. “Oh, uhm,” she swallowed. She dragged the towel higher against her chest, and color peppered the skin on her cheeks. I almost snorted at the notion, since I had to cover her after seeing her completely naked in the bathroom. Was I a swine for thinking she looked amazing? Of course, I was. How could I even think in that way when she was going through her own personal hell? “I’m sorry about that,” she m