I had waited a few hours, waiting for him to respond. I was getting tired. I didn't want to suffer anymore. Before I lost hope, I felt my phone vibrate. I pick it up and open my messages. He had finally replied. "Hey" he had said. I felt my body tremble. What do I say back?
"How are you" I finally managed to type. I wait for a moment before another message pops up. "I'm fine, how about you" again, at a loss for words. I didn't want to tell him how I felt. That would lead to a large, deep pit of questions.
So I decide to lie. "I'm alright" I reply. Hopefully he'll believe that. Sometimes, he'd see right through me and insist that I tell him what's wrong. Annoying, right? Not to him, though. He thinks it's perfectly fine to question people.
To the point where he takes it too far. "Finally have a good week" he asks. I'm a little shocked he hasn't pried. "Yeah" i reply. He then sends me a smile. "That's good" to be honest, this is one of the most bland conversations I've had, but it's better than nothing. "What have you been up to" i ask. It takes him a moment to reply.
Was he busy? "Nothing much. I just played video games" he replies. That sounds like a fun, relaxing weekend. Mine is always full of depressing thoughts and yelling from my parents.
