What Went Wrong

On his way driving me home, suddenly I felt like bursting into tears. I don't know why. Everything was fine along the way right before we passed the flyover near my house. It was such a rush that I'm sure my face had gone really weird just to hold the tears so they wouldn't fall down. He was making a joke and I didn't have the strength to answer him let alone laugh about his joke.

That was when (perhaps) he realized something was wrong.

...And I wasn't ready for that. I hadn't catch up with my emotion yet, hence how can I answer his question about why my eye had watered up? My voice was trembling from what I heard, and it felt really hard just to speak several syllables cause i really felt like crying out loud. Taking that, so there were time when I answered him merely with silence.

He was upset, I know. He never likes it when I need and or want him to read what's on my brain. He wanted me to say, to tell him, what was wrong.

He stopped in front of my peach-painted house. And for the several time, asked me what was wrong. I said I don't know, I swear.

I was shivering.
What is this?

I was scared, I don't want him to be pissed with me acting this queer. I want him to be okay with not understanding what's happening, cause for real, neither was I. He looked at me with that sight, that unsatisfied sight. I asked him to smile, and he reluctantly did.

I hardly felt my head when I stepped out of his car. Seeing his car went by, I bit my lip. I knocked my door and got in my house. Again, I almost cry.

I didn't though, I tried my best not to.

P.S
I'm sorry I'm such a sucker expressionist, Clemmie.