"Do you hate me?"

and I stood up, I touched his face, I said,

"Why do you ask me that?"

I smile, and turn away.

"Do you hate me, Evie?"

"Why would I hate you?"

"You said you did."

"I didn't mean it."

I don't know why I said it. Maybe because you asked me. Why do you ask me? Why do you care? It makes me think that you do, and then I find out you don't, and everything gets bad again.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: