[UNKNOWN NUMBER]: Why does that matter? // [UNKNOWN NUMBER]: If you aren't going to answer then don't bother replying.
[Kuebiko]: I could ask you the same question[Kuebiko]: Why does it matter how I’ve been doing?[Kuebiko]: I’m not obligated to take off all of my emotional clothing for someone who won’t tell me who they are or why they want to know.
If you aren’t going to answer, don’t bother replying.
He isn’t sure whether to scoff, or let his lips tug into the joyless smile they so desperately want to. How pathetic, even now, he feels like he’s being used, but these days, it’s the closest thing to affection he gets, everybody wants something, a shoulder to cry on or a body to warm their bed.
His knuckles have turned white from the grasp he has on his phone.
In the end, everyone in the world, they aren’t much different from the rulers of the palaces he once fought so hard to crumble. Everyone in the world is simply trying to satiate some selfish desire. Everyone is--
For a few long minutes, he closes his eyes and reminds himself that isn’t true, people were good, he had met good people, he’s just tired, and in a poor mood from being unceremoniously texted by some faceless person who knows more than they should. There wasn’t anything wrong with wanting support or love, and if he can provide those things, even for a moment, who is he to do anything but give them?
[Kuebiko]: As far as I know, you’re a stranger.[Kuebiko]: So the fact that I’m replying shows that I’m lonely, there you have it. That’s how I’ve been.
Lonely did not even begin to cover it, but at the very least, it is not a lie. He should have just gone to the bar when the urge first hit. Even now, he hates the fact that he was desperate enough for contact that he would reply honestly at all, he wishes he hadn’t.
The urge to whip his phone at the wall returns in force.