“Why do you keep avoiding me?” he asked her. “Do you really hate me that much?” It wasn’t the first time he’d asked her. It was more like the tenth, and she was beginning to grow tired of it.
“I don’t hate you!” she exclaimed, exasperated. “Okay? I don’t hate you. I don’t hate you at all.”
“Then why avoid me? Why ignore me?” he persisted.
“Because,” she sighed, “being around you makes me sad.”
“Yes, sad,” she said. “Because it’s like being at a funeral. You were a part of my life that I loved, but now it’s gone. I will always love it, but being around you is almost like getting a constant reminder that your grandma is dead.” She shook her head, looking away from him. “You just.. You make me sad.”
— excerpt from an unfinished book #145