"I know. Look, man. Don't. You don't gotta fuckin' apologize. You don't owe me anything," I murmur, pushing a hand through my hair, my eyes on the faint reflection of him in my window.

"It's... whatever."

It's a lot of things. I don't even know what to say. I can't... put into words the kind of disappointment I'm feeling right now. I can't justify it. He's not my fuckin' boyfriend. He's...

I don't know what the fuck he is.