Talk to Me

Seth's words scared me more than comforted me. I had a feeling he was telling me the truth, he wasn't done with me yet. The problem was I had no idea what he wanted from me. Standing up I walked to the window looking out at the New York skyline. The view from the huge window was like something out of a movie, I could sit here all night and be happy.

Sinking down on the soft plush carpet I placed my hand on the window, it was still raining outside giving everything a blurry surreal look. Seth walked over sitting beside me on the floor placing his back against the window, "what's going on in that head of yours."

I shrugged, "besides what I told you, you don't want to talk about it until tomorrow remember."

Seth cut his eyes at me standing up. I glanced back at the window figuring I had made him mad but he returned with his ashtray and a box.

Shaking my head I watched him start breaking down his weed separating the seeds and stems. He looked up at me, "talk.