“Was it really that okay?” I stopped walking and suddenly asked him a question I’ve been dying to tell him.

“What do you mean?” Of course he’s clueless, he’s always been like this. I looked at him in his eyes, sighed for the last time and let my voice speak my heart’s out.

“Letting me leave that night without even trying to stop me. You didn’t even bother to ask me why. You didn’t even try to do anything to make me stay. You didn’t even utter any word, not even looked straight into my eyes. So i’m asking you, was it really that okay? Because it definitely felt like you were just waiting for me to leave.”

His smile vanished, his eyes chose to leave mine and he walked away with his hands inside his pockets. But even before he can go, I heard him say something.

“It was already too late when I realize that it wasn’t okay.”