Agonium

"You know I love you, right?"

My eyes are on the floor, but I know he's looking at me.

Dad's in his work clothes, soil still caked on his sleeves, and I can smell the sweat rolling off of him. He must've just gotten home.

I feel oddly empty, and I don't know what to do. He's waiting for a reply, but I just can't find the words to speak.

Eventually, I settle on not answering.