"I don't care!"

His blood feels warm. Warmer than normal. She's done this, how many times, now? It's driving him insane.

"I could not care less!"

He balls his fists to refrain himself from hitting anything. Or throwing anything.

"Why do you always do this? Why do you keep making excuses?"

He breaths softly and turns back to her. It's been months. And almost every time they get together. She has something to fuck it up again.

"Why won't you let me love you..?"

He sighs and leans against her windowsill. There were the times when they could sit on it together. They work perfectly together and she knows it.

Yet she's never accepted it.