Bother

She.

She just sat there, all alone for an instant. I had no other choice but to go and talk to her, to try and break this ackward bubble that She had blown between us. I think the ''pop'' woke her up from the dreams she had, lost in her mind.

-I'm sorry, I don't want to bother.
-You're not.
-How are you? I mean, how's school, how's work?
-Everything's fine, really.

I meant to ask her other things, to let go of those Whys that were tearing my insides, that were making pieces out of my memories, but nothing other than those few words cam out of my mouth. Her eyes were a little bit less shiny than before.

-I won't bother you any longer.

I don't know what I meant. If I was just putting an end to the conversation, or to the entire relationship. I guess it really doesn't mather, after all.