"Wanna go somewhere?" he asked.
He was standing still in front of me. He did not brush off the tears on my face just like he did then. He was stoic.
"There's no need to make me feel better if you don't want to. I can just go home alone," I said because he is unusually cold despite asking me out in the middle of the night. "You shouldn't have bothered."
I glared at his emotionless face before I continued walking. I tightened my grip on my bag out of feeling devastated by how he is treating me.
Is he asking me out because he plans to break up with me? I walked faster because I felt nervous. Because for me, I don't need it. Now that he's here, I thought twice about telling him how I feel. Maybe, it's better if I'll just give him more time to think about it.
"F*ck!" He uttered a curse bef
