“Oh, it was nothing.” He had said. But she knew better.
It was nothing to him, no skin off his back, but it bothered her. She didn’t know why it bothered her and she didn’t want it to bother her. But it did.
Did it really matter? There was nothing she could do about it. There were no more words to be said. There were no more actions to take.
He was fine, he was happy. That was all that mattered, right? But what about her?
People asked, “Is something the matter? What’s wrong?”
And she simply replied, “It’s nothing.”
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