Art

You and Art we're standing in the middle of the dimly lit street arguing. You we're yelling your lungs dry, You suddenly kick the bike you we're once on a few minutes ago, over, startling Art.

he starts to cry silently listening to you scream about how tired you we're of him being so sensitive. You start to get quieter and quieter then stopped talking entirely, all you could hear was small sniffles and whimpers coming out of Arts mouth.

Art looks up finally making eye contact with you after avoiding it while you were yelling, he presses his sleeves against his puffy red eyes wiping away all his tears. His mouth trembles trying it's best to let out a few words

"if You need to be mean...be mean to me..."

"He says in a soft tone a smile placing itself on his pale face. He looks back down to the ground avoiding eye contact once again."