I woke up and his words were already stuck in my mind.
It wasn't one of those thoughts that slowly creeps into your mind, you know, the kind that takes a while to develop as you're waking up. No, this one was different. It just appeared, fully formed and clear as day, like it had been waiting patiently for me to open my eyes. And can you please stop giving me that look, like you think you own me or something?
I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out my next move.
The issue wasn't what he said, but how he said it. It wasn't a warning, not exactly, and not a complaint either. It was more like he had to let it out, because keeping it inside had become too much to bear. The weight of his thoughts had finally become too heavy, and he couldn't hold them in anymore. He
