The room grew cold and silent, something sour tarnishing our space of solace. I was an idiot. Why did I do this to myself? Did I feel him sinking beneath my skin and get scared? I was so accustomed to people rejecting me that I’d begun to force them into it. It was like I subconsciously tested how far they were willing to go before I said something to push them back. To make them walk away. I didn’t want to be the one to watch him walk away, though.
