It doesn’t help that she barely reacts to me anymore. She keeps her own feelings bottled up tight and out of reach. Even when I’m cruel to her, she doesn’t react apart from a half-flinch or a fraction of a frown. Maybe she doesn’t actually care. Maybe she’s pretending, just like I am. Either way, I find myself wanting to grab her and shake her. Wake up, I want to yell. Fight back.
