sadness

*Kyle POV*

"No, dude. She doesn't want to see you. I suggest you leave it alone." Bryan told me while I was unpacking all of my belongings into the room I was  going to be sharing with him.

"And when was this again?" I asked him, still looking down at my clothes.

"Two weeks ago." Bryan replied hastily.

"So? She's probably over it by now."

"Not really."

"Why do you say that?"

"If only you could've seen the look on her face, Kyle. She hates you. She doesn't wanna talk to you, or see you ever again. She even cried, man."

"She did?" I ask, a hint of sadness was evident in my voice.

"Yes. She told me she was going to stay as far away from you as possible."

"Wow."

"What?" Bryan asks, clearly annoyed.

"I thought she was over it. I guess not."

Bryan glared at me and then walked out of the room.

"Wow. She really does hate me. What have I done?" I talk to myself, alone in the room, alone like I've been since Imogen left.