what did i do ? what did i do.

i just finished the mission. there’s blood on my clothes. i can’t find it in myself to care.

i shouldn’t be reacting like this. i’m not a child. he’s always been hard to read, i mean, what’s different about it today?

but that’s the problem. it’s different. too clipped. even through text, he just sounds..cold.

like he realized i’m not worth it.

— texting

“did i do smth ?”

.

his only reply was a simple ‘did u?’ and i wanted to dig my nails into my skin, because not only do old habits die hard, but damn me, i probably did mess something up.

nothing came to mind.

— texting

“bby that’s not an answer.”

“whatever it is i promise i am so so sorry.”

“i love you so much toge.”

.

why do i always spill.