Cold war

I yelled. It wasn't necessary but I did it anyway. I left, taking some air. I came back, all were quiet. Talk, I said. No one did. Gloom. I caused it. I looked and they did not look back. Note to self: DO NOT CARE. But how can I? He went up and left, giving a lame excuse. I looked at him go. I turned to the one in front of me. Uttered not a word, ate his food in silence, only to stop midway. Eat, please eat, I said. I killed the mood, I killed everyone's mood. And from what I saw, I know it is not okay. It is clearly not okay.

I talk too much. I should just shut the fuck up. I care too much. But then, it's only because I love you.









I'm sorry.