"You can still text me whenever you want." She said.
I shook my head and distastefully laughed, "No. I really can't."
"Why not?"
"Because you don't want to talk to me? Why would I text someone that doesn't want to talk? Why would I make effort on someone that wants nothing to do with me? Do you really think I'm that stupid—sorry, no—that desperate to try to stay friends with you?"
She looked down out of guilt.
A ping of hurt hit me. "Well, I'm not. I told you I'm here for as long as you want me to be. You don't want me around anymore—you don't even care if I'm around anymore—so I'm not going to be here." She just stared back at me in silence. I knew what she was wanting to say, so I spoke up again,
"You took the first steps back, not me. I'm finally leaving what you left long ago."
VOUS LISEZ
Roses Stained Red
Nouvellesthis is all of my short stories and excerpts from my short stories in one book. so, without further ado, please do get yourself a good cup of whatever you love and enjoy.
