Her attitude was getting on my nerves and I started to feel irritated.
"Acting like what now?"
"Like you lost something significant." She said with fake sadness.
How did I never notice that she could pretend so well before?
My eyes darkened at the mention of losing something important. Because only I knew that I was indeed feeling empty like I lost something important.
However, I could never admit it.
"I didn't lose anything." I denied it immediately. My attitude became a bit aggressive.
The words also came out too fast and sharp as if I was admitting that I was hiding something.
Innocent smiled knowingly and it was a smile I wanted so much to wipe off her face.
"Then why are you working yourself to death?" She asked again.
I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping off the floor loudly.
"Leave." I said sternly.
"Mike…" Innocent started to speak but I cut her off.
"I said leave." My voice was dangerously low and aggressive.
