Daisy's breath caught slightly; she clenched the spoon in her hand and lowered her voice, hoarse: "You never asked me what I wanted."
The man chuckled lightly, saying nothing.
Silence fell over the small restaurant.
"I'm full."
She put down the spoon and stood up, addressing the man.
The man lifted his head and glanced at her; he seemed to smile slightly, but the smile was faint.
...
Daisy sat on the steps, hugging her legs and soaking in the sun.
She felt somewhat uncomfortable.
[I've spent eight years doing things I don't want to do; now, I want to do something I truly like.]
Was she too demanding of him…
She never thought about what he should do for her; after the relationship was established, she wanted something simple, merely mutual trust and genuine affection.
But he deceived her for four whole years.
Even though he explained to her, her pride couldn't accept it.
Why couldn't he just tell her?
If he'd just told her a little bit, these years…
