Just that I came looking for me and then I told you something, but I don't remember much of a thing afterward. I mean, I know we did it and I was like hell and hurt you a lot, but I don't remember the details," he grumbled angrily.
"What? You don't remember?"
'You don't remember? You don't remember what you said to me? None of it? Then what about the 'I love you' part?'
"... Did I do something too bad? Or did I say something?"
"No," I mumbled. "It's nothing important."
'Yeah, you said a lot and it's really important.'
"... I... I don't know what to do..."
"It's okay. It's alright. I'm fine, right?" I said. He looked distressed than ever. I had never seen him like this and he looked like he was hurting. And it felt like no matter what I did, nothing would be able to fix his mood right now.
