Neon Nights

She turned on her back and sat up as soon as he did, supporting herself with her hands.

“No, I’m not,” she said quickly, watching him. “I-I just don’t think there’s anything to talk about.”

 

She was frowning too, watching him nervously.

 

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said hastily, getting out of the bed.

 

“Because there’s nothing to talk about, Abel,” she replied sharply, going to the edge of the building and looking out, folding her arms protectively.

 

“No, I’m not,” she replied in irritation. “What would I be hiding from you? You go everywhere with me.”

 

“I’m not acting weird,” she replied sharply, pulling away from him.

 

“Why would I be afraid of you?” she asked angrily, turning to him. “Just stop it, Abel.”

 

She folded her arms protectively, looking down at the ground.

 

She looked away from him, sitting on the edge of the building.

 

She didn’t respond for a minute, her shoulders hunched.

“It wasn’t you,” she said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself.