scene: enjoy the silence

“What will happen to you when I leave?”
“What will you do when I leave?”
“What’s gonna happen to you when I go?”

I don’t even know what you said. It’s not the first time you do. Whatever it was you said the first time. This time; not a word from my lips. Why bother, right? Here we are again, me. Here we are here again. Slapped in the face. Hit below the belt. You shot me with a gun. I thought about shooting you in Atlantis. I understood something that I have now forgotten.

Minutes and you don’t look my way. I decide I don’t want you to see the tears, because why bother.

And he didn’t get it. He never did.