She Was Fading
Space.
Delilah comes to my apartment every Saturday. We play video games. We talk. We cook food. She gives me advice. I ask her personal questions and she doesn’t answer.
Sometimes she comes over just to hang out. She says she needs some space from everything. Space from what? I don’t know. I don’t ask because I know she won’t answer.
Sometimes she comes over just to hang out. She says she needs some space from everything. Space from what? I don’t know. I don’t ask because I know she won’t answer.