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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 17, 2009 20:08:26 GMT
"Huh." Hm. Slightly weird that was all I could get out. But it's probably a relief compared to all the profanity that's just sprung to mind in a jumbled up mess. I don't know...I figured, obviously, that any relationship involving people as screwed up as us would have inumerable issues...I just somehow didn't think that infidelity would be one of them, wasn't quite prepared for it. And now I'm just standing here like a bit of an idiot, because I don't know what I'm going to do, or even quite how I should be reacting.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 17, 2009 20:16:13 GMT
I eye him cautiously, not quite sure how to gauge how he's reacting and thus not sure how I should react in return. "Are you all right?" I ask finally."
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 17, 2009 20:20:38 GMT
"Yes," I answer after what feels like quite a long pause, "Yes, I am." I sound quite alright, as well actually, which I'm fairly impressed about. Sort of indifferent, as if I don't care what she does. Probably quite immature of course, but I think I'd much rather be aloof than angry. And I am angry, come to think of it. Quite angry indeed, but more of an involuntary response. I'm sure I'll just get worse when I'm left to stew and brood over it and hate him and probably dislike her a great deal as well. So I don't know if I actually am alright or not. I pause a moment longer, shake my head once, and start towards the door again. I don't think I'm going to hang around here any longer at least, I know that much.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Jan 18, 2009 3:47:05 GMT
((Should I even answer this? Because I can't think of anything.))
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Post by Logan Andrews on Jan 18, 2009 12:46:35 GMT
(nah. no need to bother. )
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