✮ - 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩

                                    

                                          
       "What are you talking about?"
His voice was filled with uneasiness and it only irritated me more as he dodged my questions as if it wasn't important.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his attitude. My teeth sunk into the flesh of my lips, the look on his face. A look of carelessness. I hated it. I took a step towards him, now standing face to face. Deep down I knew that I couldn't withstand this any longer without breaking.
Shakily I brought my hands up and stab a finger on his chest. Pressing it down harshly, trying my best to not tremble like a loser.
"You fucking know what I mean."
Snarling at how his eyes darted all over the room and the way he opted to focus on the dusty glass table instead of me. I shifted to the side, so I could face him again. This time, eye to eye. But he wouldn't budge, not even a bit.
Uneasiness settled in the pit of my stomach, I felt it turn. Actually I felt everything turn, my head ached, my body felt unstable. Like I would fall if someone blew at me. Even the littlest gust of wind would knock me over. And most of all, my vision was almost on par with a drunk person. 
"Dabi." Voice stern but still there was a sign of hesitation . . . some might say: vulnerability. But he still wouldn't look down at me, that made me drop the 'tough guy' act. "Please?" I basically begged.
He peered down at me, guilt was eating him up whole. Though, after all that, he still looks like he was just gonna ignore me.
"Ha..." Softly laughing at the situation, "Never-mind then." 
Cold trembling fingers . . . familiar, almost like it was mines. He gently placed it on my shoulder, it held not even a ounce of warmth. But, somehow, it felt more comforting than what warmth could give.
"Hey." Raspy, his voice held something different than before. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I missed you."
I couldn't even turn around to look at him in the eyes. The tension felt so tight, something that could leave me breathless and gasping for air, but not the good kind. Something that could make my dig my nails into my neck, crawling, in attempt to escape.
There was a lump in my throat. But I swallowed it down.
"What?"
"I said I missed you."
Everything felt restricted, movements, lungs, nothing could've prepared me for this. I had silently prayed that he would've just ignored it and never bring it up again or deny my assumptions. I prayed so hard, begged even, for him to shake his head.
Heavily breathing, pupils dilated. It felt like every breath I took was a hour long. Maybe I was just praying for time to slow down so I don't have to face reality.
Just more false hope.
Every-time I blinked my vision got blurrier and before I knew it I was shaking. Terribly shaking. The air felt heavy.
"I fucking hate you." I whispered out.
"Deserved." He shrugged, taking his hands off me. "I won't hold it against you."