unwritten [kth]

piece #2

you talked to me today.

but it was different.

you called my name as if we were strangers. soft, careful, walking-on-ice kind of cautious. when we were still in high school, you weren't afraid to call me loudly; bright, red, like happiness and friendship brought into one.

it was as if you were actually afraid to talk to me. as if you were afraid that i would be bothered by you calling me.

when you talked, i looked into your eyes and didn't find the cheerful glint i'd usually see there. where was it? or was it because you were talking to me, you put your guard up?

am i a nobody to you now?

all those years of being friends mean nothing to you?

or maybe you're just too dense to recognize your change of tone when talking to strangers, so you didn't realize you were using it on me.

what is it with me and you? i should've stopped talking about you a long time ago.

i wish i can stop.

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May 4th 2017

a/n: originally happened on April 27th, just a week before i wrote this down.