“I don’t think all writers are sad. I think it’s the other way around – all sad people write.” – Lang Leav, Sad Girls
I could feel Lisa’s eyes on me as I said the words. But she kept silent. I knew I had to drive it in.
“It’s just not working out…”
Still she was silent.
I prompted. It was redundant, but it was something that made the silence more bearable. I looked at her when I said those words and this time, Lisa avoided my eyes.
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