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BlackSky: You don't know where you are?

[I simply am, so I don't know how to answer that.]

BlackSky: Right, I shouldn't have expected you to know something like that.

[Where could I be, then?]

BlackSky: On the other side of a computer screen.

[I don't recall that part, but I doubt there's anything I can do about it now.]

BlackSky: Yeah, whatever.

Feeling particularly bitter, I closed the dialogue window. There wasn't anything else I wanted to say to it. I didn't care if it spoke of the truth now, it's not like anything would suddenly change. Thinking about this wasn't doing much help, either. I put the laptop away and found myself in an odd state of monotony.

“Sorry about that. You're not mad, right?” Darek said as he walked up to my side.

I didn't reply, but maintained my general cold disposition.

“Okay, the usual contempt towards me it is, then.” He sat down rather close by.

“I don't want to talk.” I said quietly.

“We both know that you need to let it out. I noticed that you'd been more distant than you'd normally be. Unless you really don't desire my presence and you want to really be left alone?”

“Ugh, I don't know what I want. It's like I don't understand anything anymore. Nothing makes sense like it used to.” Despite all of my attempts to keep myself contained, I knew that I looked quite miserable.

I quickly noticed and recognized this feeling. For a brief moment, I contemplated taking the so-called medication, but I didn't want him to be present for this. The look on his face was more difficult to handle, as it showed obvious pity.

“Did something happen?” He asked hesitantly.

“It's nothing that I want to talk about.”

“You're like a broken record. Don't worry, though. Every has their bad days, I guess?”

“Look, I appreciate your attempt at offering your condolences, but I really don't want to be bothered right now.”

“I'm just a bother to you?”

“Most of the time, yes.”

“So, there's a possibility that you do actually enjoy my presence?” Darek smiled faintly.

“I don't feel like answering that.” I replied bitterly.

“Of course you don't. I'm going to get an answer out of you, though.”

“I doubt it.”

“Perhaps you lack enough evidence to support your suspicions?”

“Excuse me?”

“It's simple, I'm going to find a way to be less annoying by your standards.”

“Right. Whatever.”

“My first idea: we skip class and take our conversation elsewhere?”

“I'd prefer not to, as I'd miss out on the-” I said before he cut me off as he gently pulled me to my feet.

“Oh, come on. Live a little.” He held the bag with the laptop in it out to me.

The End

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