He said no.
Soft. Almost apologetic.
His fingers curled into the bedsheet
knuckles pale, like he was holding onto something breaking.
He stopped moving.
The ceiling fan kept spinning above us.
His eyes fixed somewhere past my shoulder,
like if he left his body he wouldn’t have to feel it.
They would never look at me twice.
They would high-five him instead.
But when the room went quiet, I heard it clearly
he said no… and I kept going.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
He said no.
Soft. Almost apologetic.
His fingers curled into the bedsheet
knuckles pale, like he was holding onto something breaking.
He stopped moving.
The ceiling fan kept spinning above us.
His eyes fixed somewhere past my shoulder,
like if he left his body he wouldn’t have to feel it.
They would never look at me twice.
They would high-five him instead.
But when the room went quiet, I heard it clearly
he said no… and I kept going.
