Like Real People Do

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SAM

After I found Colby in the forest, he stopped coming by so often. He seemed distanced, far away and indifferent. It worried me, but it gave me time to think about him.

When I'd found Colby, he had earth flung everywhere, evidence of his activities smeared on his hands. Why was he digging? He's hidden something, something he'd never told me about. As much as I wanted to ask him to tell me, something deep inside me told me not to. It whispered to me; do I want to know? 

I will not ask him. I just wished he'd come back to me, like we were before. We'd kiss soft and sweet, a simple show of affection. Now there was none of that, the time spent gone to dust. Why didn't he want to see me anymore? I'd done nothing wrong. All I did was comfort him in the woods as he lay in my lap, dizzy and vacant. I couldn't understand what was wrong, but after a moment he just got up and said it was nothing. 

I'm not a fool. I know something is wrong. Why couldn't he just tell me? Why couldn't he come back to me?

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