Thanks be to EBT.
I climbed the stairs, annoyed you were ignoring me.
But that changed the moment I got to your door.
It was completely open, and I saw you sitting on the edge of the bed, hung head and eyes staring at the floor.
I didn't want to think about the fact I had no reason to be there, especially since my book was right next to you.
"Edward, can I have my book now?"
As I stood in the doorway, you got up and grabbed my book.
You walked toward me and practically threw it in my hands.
"Thank you."
I turned to walk out, but your words stopped me.
"Do you even give a fuck about the fact that I miss you?"