“I realized you stopped looking at me. Giving your distance. I tried talking to you. Then, the lovema—I mean, the s*x happened. You turned against me. For years, how…you had the heart to stop talking to me for 2, 3, 4 years? You acted like I was a stranger.” I mumbled the last part. My tears dripped. “W-what…did I do to you to make you hate me so much?!” my hands on my thighs trembled. “I can't do this anymore. It's hard to understand you. Tough to know what you are thinking in your head.”
“Do you want anything?” He put his cigarette back in his pocket. “If you don't. That's fine. I have a f*****g job to get back to. Have a great day.”
I heard his footsteps slowly walking to the door. Echoes. Fading steps. I clenched my fists. My throat hurts from keeping the rest of my words in. I wiped
