You took a deep breath. Your eyes scanning my room.
Pickle Guy: " I can tell you don't love me"
I was silent.
Pickle Guy: " Before, you used to take out your earbud and listen whenever I was with you. Now you keep both in even though I know one is broken. "
You had tears in your eyes.
Pickle Guy: "I love you, fuck, I love you."
Me: "I-"
I stopped myself.
You got up.
You looked back, hoping for me to say something. You didn't say it, but your eyes gave it away. Your brown eyes.
You left.
