Acrid Affliction
"Did you see the sunset yesterday?" I exclaimed, standing behind him, a little off to the side, with my thumb pointing behind me. I was motioning to the window. He was ignoring me, obviously.
God, why did he always act like he was better than me?
I continued to talk anyway; he 'pretended' to ignore me, I knew deep down he could still hear me.
"It reminded me of that one time-" I continued, completely ignoring the fact that he was ignoring me.
Okay, so I wasn't ignoring it. Why wasn't he listening? He usually always paid attention to me, like it or not.
He was silent.
He kept looking at the cage-I noticed -and up until now, he looked rather sad from here. I sort of...didn't want to look at him.
"-You know?"
-So cold and silent.
All I could do was stand there...
I pushed up my glasses. I stared.
He knew I was there for him-…Why did he still continue to ignore me?
Surely he knew, since I was quiet, that I was standing there like an idiot, and all I could do in this awkward silence was switch my weight from my right foot to my left foot.
I blinked, watching his hands go to the cage.
He felt distant-
Why couldn't I get him to look-…?
"Hey...?"
-I almost jumped when he tensed up, and I saw that he shivered. Just once. Maybe he was over it. He'd now look at me; he could tell I was curious. Right...?
"What are you doing?"
'What's the matter?', I should've asked…just to be more 'conscious' of his feelings, butIdidn't…
I had my hands in my pockets, letting him have his moment-willing myself not to say anything-before feeling my heart ache at the mere sight of him; small and frail-
guilt coursed through my veins-
-and for some reason, I stood still, my eyes on his back…
"I'm waiting." He said.
The voice he used was something thing I wasn't used to-...
I missed the usual sarcasm?
This was more than uncomfortable, this silence, I mean, but I guess I was being insensitive to his feelings. I figured it had to do with the cage. An uncharacteristic laugh slipped past my lips so quickly I couldn't hold it back.
I looked away, not that he could tell, and my words were-
"It's not coming back, Arthur."
'Is there anything I can do to help…?'
-I should smack myself. That was the last thing I should've said-
This position he was in; the day I left-...
He was trembling that day.
'I should tell him that- That I-'
"Maybe if I wait, it will…"
He said, yet I still couldn't do a thing.