Mason
I watched from the corner of my eyes as David walked inside with a bruised nose on his face, that was good. Cracked me up. I stood at my place and noticed him as he washed his face quietly and wiped it with tissues that he pulled from the dispenser on the wall. He pulled out an ointment from his pocket and applied it on his nose wincing. He was straight up ignoring me and that hurt me.
“Does it hurt much?” I asked. My voice was too quiet.
“You would know, wouldn’t you.” he scoffed. He closed the lid and put the tube of ointment in his pocket, without sparing me so much of a glance he walked away, I watched him as he opened the door of the restroom, my heart yelled at me to stop him and explain it from the last evening but then he turned around with markings of tears in his eyes.
