"Does it matter?," He asked me, unamused.
I bit my lip and shook my head.
Of course it didn't. It never mattered when it came to me.
"I-I just... thought we could talk."
"About?," He sneered at me.
"Us..." I replied.
"What don't you get, fag? I never loved you," He said, smirking at me.
Why me? Why me? Why me?
I didn't want this. But I did.
I want him. I need him.
