//not like that//

if you can't love me

they did nothing.

it was awkward.

he simply sat on the floor and looked at his hands, but she lay on her bed making a dream catcher.

he could tell she was angry with him.

he was too persistent, and she was tired of him.

"how far is the drop?" he asked quietly.

she looked at him curiously.

"hm?"

"out your window. how far?" he didn't look at her.

"nine lives." now it was his turn to be confused.

"nine lives." she explained. "my cat jumped. she died. nine lives."

he said nothing.

"if you can't love me, I can't either."

walking over to the open window in a rush of grief, he flung himself out into the night air, laughing.

crack.

she screamed