the hours we spent simply laying there blurred together, neither of us wanting to break the comforting silence, i would not accept her affection and she would never have to feel regret or pain, if she never asked, i wouldn't have to respond. Ide keep pretending i didn't notice the stares at the library or at the park when i knew i was supposed to be alone, that the camera's and voice recorders hidden in my room didn't exist, that a number of my clothes hadn't gone missing from my hamper, that the videos and fake chat that had nearly gotten me expelled if not for her 'stepping in and finding the culprit' had not come from her. if she never asked i would never have to answer. we would stay the same. if only she never asked . . . . she asked.