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I didn't want to admit it, but I think I've found out what I felt for you.
I couldn't help but be distracted, a little distraught, and a little of both. If I were to be honest to myself for once?
I wanted to see you.
I wouldn't admit it out loud though.
I missed the days where you would tell me about yourself, your birthday, your age, hell even your family. It was nice, it was something new, it was welcoming.
warm, soft, cozy.
I really didn't want to push you away, but he was here. He watched me, my every move. He glared at you, and for once, I felt hesitation, and concern for you. For someone. You didn't seem to notice, but I didn't want you to stay longer. Not that I was tired of you, I really wanted you to stay.
"I love yellow! I love everything yellow, flowers, clothing, anything! I'll never get tired of it, what about you?"
I've always liked how you'd ask me pretty much anything about myself, including me in the conversation, it brings me a pleasent feeling.
But I wish you would get the hint.
"For fuck sakes... YOU FUCKING WHORE, GET OUT!", My boss yelled at you, I could see how surprised you looked. What was weird was that you weren't scared, nor hurt. You had only looked confused.
"W-wha-",
"YOU'RE DISTRACTING HIM, GET THE FUCK OUT", He had thrown the papers anywhere, I was honestly grateful that today was quiet, and nobody was here. What a coincidence.
"I'm not doing anything!", You tried to defend yourself, I wanted to do it for you. But I knew if you were to stay, we'd both get in trouble. I was a little selfish, and I still am.
I wanted to apologize.
"Just get out", I massaged my temple.
"Tsk, what's so special about it anyway? It's just a stupid color", I asked her, eyebrows furrowed. My arms were crossed, and she deflated slightly.
Yet, it turned deafeningly quiet. She looked up at me slowly, and I could see something in her eyes dim slightly. I could barely hear her as she whispered so quietly.
"It's my favorite"
My heart sunk, and my face fell. Yet, she didn't do anything but walk away.
She was hurt, because of me.
The boss laughed at she exited the building, and I couldn't help but be angered.
"See, now that's the right way!", I only walked away, ignoring the scattered papers on the floor, and the boss that I used to call my underling.
