"When you said 'I'll see you later,' you were lying, weren't you?"
The cold monotonous voice that spoke over the voicemail made me stop washing the dishes. Turning my head slightly, I glanced at the blinking red light of the machine before returning to my duties. I did not feel the need to apologize, because you had already discovered my intentions. So all I did was smile, and nod.
"Yes."
The wind nipped at my hands as I walked down the frosty lanes of our neighborhood. You told me you wanted to see me. I didn't care, but the curious need for knowledge still gave me reason to step foot outside of my house. As I approached the front porch of your residence, I felt a curious emotion bubbling up underneath the surface. I could not place it, but I still knew one thing.
It was not of love.
Your hopeful smile filled my vision as you opened the door for me, holding it as I stepped inside. My blank stare did nothing to affect your jubilance, and I could feel something as you hugged me. You were happy to see me. You took my jacket and offered me a cup of tea, and as I took it without a 'thank you', you began to talk.
"I hoped that you would come, you know."
The uncertainty in your voice propelled me to ask.
"Why?"
You seemed surprise that I had spoken. I could tell from the spark of sudden happiness that raised in your eyes. Your cheeks turned red as you smiled bashfully.
"Because I wanted to see you."
The innocence in your voice sparked a strange feeling inside my soul. I could not place it. As we sat silently, drinking our cups of tea, I could feel you looking at me.
"Why are you looking at me?"
The monotone of my voice surprised you, and you turned red as you looked at the wall instead. I sipped quietly at my tea before setting it down again. Looking up at you, I stated.
"It's time for me to leave."
Your shock was apparent as I stood up. You followed me as I walked towards your front door, and although you knew the answer, you still asked.
"Am I going to see you later?"
All I did was smile.
"No."