You muttered something under your breath and thought I didn't hear. Oh I heard the heat coming from your lips and the lava of your tongue. You whispered again after you thought I was deaf because I didn't react and kept turning the pages. My palms began to get wet and my brain began pounding wanting it all to stop, it wanted to grow a pair of arms and strangle your tongue. Though you did not stop even after I looked out the window where the sun shown bright over yellow roses. You shouted this time and moved in front smirking ever so slightly then waved good-bye while muttering "bitch." You walked away steady and went on with your day grabbing the yellow rose that grew like you always did and smiled up at the sun. Now how much I hate those days, those days that are like now sunny and filled with yellow.