C35 Clenched Heart

"Why?"

I clenched my fist as I uttered those three letters. I wanted to ask many things, but my tongue needed help finding the right words. I looked at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

We were currently inside his room. I agreed to give him a ride, but he brought me to their house. I did not ask or complain because I wanted to talk to him and ask him many things.

"Why