Justin
I turned my attention back to the screen, trying to act like she wasn't there, like I wasn't completely aware of every damn breath she took beside me.
The rain outside hammered against the windows, the storm still in full force. She should've left. I should've made her leave.
But I didn't.
Instead, I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. Drowned out the thoughts. Drowned out the fact that for the first time in years, someone other than me was inside this apartment.
She shifted beside me, pulling her knees up to her chest. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her staring at the screen, her expression blank. But I wasn't stupid. She wasn't watching.
I ignored it.
For a while, we just sat there. The only sound in the room was the dialogue from the TV and the heavy rain outside.
Then, out of nowhere—
"I hate him."
Her voice was low, sharp.
I didn't react. Didn't respond.
