"Why won't you talk to me?!"
She sat on her newly bought ottoman, admiring the soft crushed velvet underneath her fingertips as she slowly swiped her palms across the top, her eyes glued to her thighs, avoiding the man as he ranted in front of her, settling for asking the same question over and over. But in her head, she had her own question,
"How did you get in here, again?"
Sucking his teeth, he continued, asking his question again, a bit louder this time but almost at the same volume as previously, which she found intriguing but didn't voice as much.
Not so much frustrated but moreso just wanting to put an end to all of this poking and prodding,
"I won't talk to you, because you do this, and even more heinous things to me and you tell me, you never ask me, anything. And to top it all off, you just met me!"
She finally decided to stop avoiding his gaze and finally address him directly.
Crouching in front of her, his hands resting on her, engulfing the entire body part and making it disappear under each palm, she sat amazed at how she could feel them as they were attached to her, but she could no longer see them.
"Look, I, I, honestly don't know."
Tears cascaded down his face as he looked to her for comfort, he couldn't express what his heart was saying whenever it saw her, he just let it lead him.
Now, it had fucked him.
