Cornflower

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•Trigger Warning•

“Deja told me about why you left.” Starting off simple and sweet seemed the best bet, to make myself not chicken out. The silence was deafening as I waited for his reaction. Of course he doesn't give the one I assumed he was going to give. Which is always the case with him.

“Okay.” Looking over at him; now switching rolls as I stared at him staring forward at the blank street.

“Okay? That’s it?” I started to get a little irritated, I guess I wasn’t expecting for him to just start spilling his heart out, but I wasn’t in the state that I had the nerve to just start questioning him either. I of course knew this wouldn’t be that easy.

“I mean what else can I say? You said she told you already. I didn’t tell you because… I knew it would be. I don’t know. Difficult to take. I guess.”

Biting the inside of my cheek I searched for a question just deciding to say what I’ve been thinking all this time.