บท 133: I Am Wortless

[WARNING - MENTION OF SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION] 

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"Are you sad now?"

Ripped out of my trance I look up and into Nox' curious face.

"What?"

"Your friend chose her ex over you. Does that not hurt?"

"No. Why would it?"

With my foot I draw invisible circles into the marble ground, avoiding her eyes.

"What about fear? Are you scared?"

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you studying human emotions or something?"

"In a sense," Nox admits.

Jesus. I don't think I've ever met a weirder person. She might be a sociopath but that feels like a huge understatement considering all the creepy things she likes to say. 

Still, it's nice that somebody asks how I'm feeling, no matter their intention. 

"I am scared." The sentence leaves my mouth before I can stop myself.

"I thought so. You're alone now. Nobody to rely on. But this isn't the first time."

I raise an eyebrow. "How so?"