051

Camille:

“You don’t have to watch me the whole time I eat. I’m not judging your meal. I’m just hungry,” I said sharply.

I was nervous, but I wasn’t about to let him meander back into my life like he always did after hurting me. I wasn’t about to make the same mistake for the fifth time in a row.

“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. He started to eat his meal instead.

He was silent until I finished my meal and all he did was look at me for a while, before going back to eating his own meal.

Was I crazy for hating the fact that he listened to me and kept to himself?

I mean, it wasn’t my fault. I had nothing else to do. I had no desire to go through my phone or read and it was still too early for me to sleep.

A part of me had become accustomed to listening to the stupid things he said and reacting to them that I had even began to indirectly yearn for them. No matter how messed up that sounded.

“I want more,” I said, giving him my plate.

“Oh,” he said and happily