sorry?

[FICTION]

and she just stared at the message on her phone. it was a nonchalant apology, but it was an apology nonetheless.

what should she reply? "its ok"?

but it WASN'T ok. it was far from ok.

it was like a knife in her chest.

hurt. thats what she felt.

how important was she to him that he could always overlook her? never sharing his sorrows nor joys with her.

it would be all too easy to just scold him and start an argument. but she didnt want that, she didnt want to do anything that would push him away... further and further from her he was drifting.

so she deleted the message and put her phone away.
she would see him tomorrow and pretend that what he did didnt hurt. at all.

but she was never good at pretending.