All He wanted to ever do was go too and from work, never interacted or practised to say Hi to anyone, he seemed to keep his distance from everybody who liked him.

what actually excited him apart from his favourite beer or the football game.

I felt hopeless stearing at him from across the room like maybe I could have
told a joke better or I could have showed him more sympathy when he talked.

"Gil" I yelled "can we please talk,
I feel like we need to set aside our faults and work together because this silent treatment is ruining us.

Gil looked down on the chair he was sitting on
"Gil" I called as I got up once again.
"Shut up" He yelled
and I fell down to my knees
crying
hopelessly

© Lavfearon