There must be something wrong with me. I can count my friends on one hand but I cannot count the number of people I hate. Some of these people I hate for good reason while others I have no rational explanation for. A lot of them are people I have had no interaction with but I see daily.

“Is it over?” she said to the cool quiet dark of the room. His answer was silence. He doesn’t know the answer to that question. He supposes it is but why? This question was inevitable. The silence between them grew larger. She rolled over and put her hand on his chest. Her hand was cold as usual.