It's one of those nights again. Most nights are one of those nights. Those nights when all your thoughts are filled with sadness, like a black hole eating you up from inside. I remember when Dylan filled that hole, until it was barely there. But now it felt bigger than it was before him.
"You know you should tell me" he said.
"Tell you what?" I asked, picking at my bracelet. I knew what.
"About how sad you are."
I looked up, to see him staring right back. I quickly looked away again, not wanting to show any emotion.
"Ella please," he grabbed my head and turned it towards him.
I pushed his hand away and stood up, beginning to walk away, "not today."
