Not a text or a one word reply, nor a glance spared to your direction. You sat puzzled in your room, considering possible justifications for his behaviour when it was transparent to anyone who wronged who, while he paid you no mind and went about life with a smile.

Eventually he’d speak to you face-to-face, though his posture, tone, the expressions he made when he glanced at you were off-putting. Hell, he’d shown a passerby more interest than you had ever received.

What a boyfriend..