You're leaning against the watchtower, talking to Glenn and Maggie as I pass by, not stopping to say hi, or anything for that matter. We've been dating for two years, but lately... something's been changing. I've been changing, and I don't know why. I see the hurt in your eyes as I avoid you, and I feel bad. So bad.

Fucking great. I mutter out quietly underneath my breath in a defeated way when I see you trying to catch up to me.