i sighed as i moved the spaghetti around with my fork.
"honey, please eat."
"i'm not hungry."
"you've said that for the past three days."
"sorry."
my mother sighed looking at my father.
"that one boy came over after the ambulance picked you up."
my eyes widened at the words.
"he said he had a bad dream that something happened to you."
i looked down feeling those stupid fucking emotions run through me.
"he cried so much when we told him what happened."
good.
"he must of been a great friend."
"he was a great friend,"
i stood up,
setting down my fork.
"but a pretty shitty lover."