Heat Of Confession
The silence that was met right after he said those words were deafening. Neither of the couple could react or say anything else after that. Madeline's eyes that had watered against the surface of her dark orbs, narrowed slowly, and her slim brows furrowed together.
"Does my feelings not matter to you?" She asked in a whisper, wanting to pretend she never heard all of those things he said. "I am concerned about you, I worry for you but why does it sound like it has no meaning to you? Aren't you bothered about that? Aren't you bothered about how I'd feel if I had to lose you like this? You speak like no one is going to remember you existed once you're gone, but what about me?"