Looking around, I realized that it was now just you and I left in your room. You were working so intently and I was sittinh on your bed, lost in the music videos streaming from your tv. I never even noticed when everyone left.
"Where did he go?" I asked as I got up.
I swear as I brushed past you and into the hallway, you mumbled under your breath, half coughing, "I don't f-ing care."
Slowing my pace in the hallway, I wondered if I heard you right. What could that even mean? Why do I always read too much into what I think you are saying? Is it my hopeful heart being delusional? Or is it real? This isn't the first time, and you always leave me with more questions than answers.