Matt drives me home instead of having me sleep over. I guess this is how it feels to have a fight with your boyfriend. If he even is my boyfriend. I’ve been thinking about it that way, but we never put a name on it officially. Because there are things we don’t say.
The air between us, usually so warm and refreshing, tonight is strangely cool and sharp. I moved the vase I shouldn’t have and it shattered.
“Thanks for the ride,” I say.
Matt says nothing as I get out of the car.