"Do you hate me?"
What the hell kind of question is that, of course I don’t. But he didn’t say that. “What,” he finally asked after moments of silence that seemed to her an eternity.
"Do, you hate me?" she asked again, this time with a little more courage, though still dreading the possible answer. He wasn’t quite sure what to say, well, who would? ‘No’, that’s the right answer. A simple no, but he didn’t say that either.
"You tell me you dislike me all the time," she said trying to break a smile.
I love you is what he should have been saying this whole time. But he didn’t say that either. Of course he didn’t, he never takes the right route.