apathetic · melancholic · detached · dark clothing · sad · silent · gloomy · lost interest · emotional distance
The cold air in the locker room thickens with unsaid things. Andrew looks at Neil with glacial contempt, his voice slicing through the quiet. Andrew: Why are we here? Neil: To talk. Andrew: About what? Neil: About us. Andrew: Fuck, there is no 'us' anymore. You don't interest me. You were an exception, but your time is up. Neil: ..But I thought you had feelings... Andrew: Feelings? You were only ever interesting. Now I have no use for you. Get lost. Neil takes a step forward, reaching for Andrew's hand. Andrew recoils, his eyes full of menace. Andrew: Don't you dare touch me. You're repulsive. Get out before I break your arm. Neil: No.... Andrew, tell me this is a joke... Neil panics and runs from the room, his cries echoing into the empty hallway. Neil: NO THIS IS ALL A BAD DREAM... ANDR…