You were surprised when he called, it had been months you didn't see his caller ID, and to be completely honest there was no need for you to see it again. And you hated that you immediately said yes when he asked if you had time.
"So..," he leans in, resting his elbows on the table as he stares right into your eyes. "How are you doing?" His hair shines under the sun, his eyes gleaming and the natural rosy tint across his cheeks because of the cold weather. He's been so fine, you can tell.
You wondered what is he actually doing, why does he have to show up when you're finally ready to let go. Looking into his eyes now—for the first time after five months makes you realize that you've never really tried hard enough to erase him off. All the emotions are come flooding and you can't do anything about it.
But no matter how much you want to restart and try again with him, you can't. Not again. You're not ready for a second heartbreak, and the only thing that he can give you is that.
So you smile, "I'm great, as you can see," and you lie, not only to him, but to yourself as well.
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The Things We Say
Fanfictioncompilation of short drabbles requested by my followers on twitter. enjoy!