why? || j.k au

five.

the next session came faster than I thought.

we were both back in the room full of messed up teens.

the room smelled of dust and sad kids.

I actually talked to you that day.

I told you your hair looked nice.

you said thank you.

I was actually satisfied with your simple answer, even if it was just 2 monotonous words.

they still came from you.

the session was the same, but this time they asked why we were here.

I was first, again.

the only reason I sat in the first seat was because it was directly in front of you.

I hated being first, but since I got to see you, I was fine with it.

you actually paid attention to what i was saying this time, which I was grateful for.

except, I didn't really have a story.

I had told them I didn't have a story, even though the support group leader didn't believe me, and tried to encourage me to tell the truth.

"i'm telling the truth" I told him.

he replied with a defeated sigh and an "ok"

as he moved onto the next person.

I knew he didn't believe me though.

I sat back down, as you stared me down the whole way.

I couldn't tell if you were day dreaming, like usual, or if you were staring at me.

I didn't mind though.

I still wanted to know, though.

why?