Remember

Chapter 75: Death Day

We make our way home, and the tension with Sawyer is thick. Or maybe the tension with me is thick? Either way, if he's angry, then he's angry with me, so I don't dare say a word.

Instead I sigh, hoping he gets frustrated enough to ask why.

Every five minutes or so, I let out small sighs or I breath heavily. At first I think he doesn't care, but after fifteen minutes of trying, I get a small reaction. I smile knowing my hard work is paying off.

But my smile falters when I realize he knows I want something, but isn't going to acknowledge it at all, no matter how frustrated he is. I scowl and turn my head to face the window.

I pretend that I'm looking around, so I can see his face and I catch a barely there smirk. I squint my eyes at him, and turn away.

"You didn't drink water," he says, talking to himself.

"What?" I question, Turing back around to look at him.

"And you're not complaining...." he continues his thoughts out loud.

"What are you talking about?" I look at him strangely.

"And you aren't doing a funny little dance." He continues, still looking at the road ahead.

"Okay?" I don't know where he's going with this conversation.

"So she doesn't have to piss..." He says, rubbing his fingers on his chin, in a thinking manner.

"So. What. Could. It. Be?" He says mockingly, and finally turns to look at me, amusement playing in his green eyes.

I look away from him, he's mocking me. He's making fun of the last time I had to pee about one hundred times.

"You didn't get what you wanted....so," I start to say.

"And you're brooding, like a big baby." I continue to look at him.

"And you're smart, but not smart enough to figure out a simple girl." I tell him, mockingly.

"Only explanation, is he might be losing his touch." I say to myself, scratching my head, in a thinking manner as well. I try mocking him and I feel him looking at me with amusement.

He grabs my hand and rubs his thumb gently over the top and I feel small goosebumps rising and I fight the urge to shiver.

"Good effort." He says, and let's go of my hand. I try normalizing my beating heart, and look away before my rosey cheeks give me away.

"Please tell me you know." I question after composing myself. If my growling stomach isn't a tell tail sign that I'm starving then he's deaf.

"Obviously." He deeply replies, and it's quiet after that. I feel him glancing at me a couple of times, and I feel that he wants to say something but doesn't.

"Opal," Sawyer says after a long silence.

"Sawyer?" I retort.

"I want to cook for you." He says,

"I'm hungry.." I interrupt him, not hearing a word he said.