"so
how come you're still awake,
leah?"
you asked.
"sleep and i
haven't been on friendly terms
for a while now, actually."
"that speaks the same
for both of us, then,"
you said
and winked at me.
you didn't avert your gaze
and a few moment later
i broke the silence,
"uh, do you want to ..."
"talk sh*t together?" you asked
"yeah," i said, breaking into a smile,
"i'd be more happy if we talked about other things, though."
"i would love to," you said,
"my bed and i broke up a while ago."
"my condolences," i said
and you shrugged.
"you know that we talk about instead?"
you grinned
"what?" i asked.
and you said,
"we should talk about y o u."
YOU ARE READING
the 100 things you said to me
Short Story" in which unfriendly conversations were made through the gaps between their bedroom windows until what initially were cold stares and shrugs turned into so much m o r e ."
