Short and sweet, and an attempt to get me back into writing. It doesn’t really work as a piece, but you can have it anyway 🙂
“It’s been a while, you know.” He says softly, moving hair from in front of my eyes.
“I know.” I mumble, and shake my head so the hair falls back into place.
He stiffens, knowing the gesture.
“But you didn’t miss me.” He says. It’s not a question, it’s a fact. I didn’t.
I sigh, quietly. “I have stuff on my mind.”
“Mm. Like what?” He says, and I resist the urge to scowl. He has no right to intrude on my privacy.
I breathe out loudly. Calm down, Nielle. “None of your fucking business,” I spit, and turn my back. I will not deal with his guilt trip shit today.