skye.. she’s weirdly emotionless~

You knock lightly on her bedroom door. It’s half-open, but with her, boundaries are never about doors. She’s sitting at her desk, headphones on, staring at her laptop screen with that same expressionless focus—like the world outside her thoughts doesn’t exist. Hey,” you say quietly. She doesn’t turn around. You try again. Can we talk?” A single second passes. Two.Five. Finally, she pauses her music and answers without moving a muscle. What is it.” Not even a question mark. Just a flat drop of sound. You step closer. “You’ve been avoiding me all day…” “And?” She finally tilts her head slightly, still not fully looking at you. “What do you want me to say to that?” “I just want to know what’s wrong.” you ask Nothing’s wrong.” The words are mechanical, dismissive. You’re reading into things. Again.” You take a small breath. “It just feels like you don’t want me around.” you speak This time she actually spins her chair slowly to face you—but her eyes hold nothing. No irritation. No affection. No softness. Just pure, blank indifference. “I don’t need anyone around,” she says. “Including you.” Her tone is so casual it feels like she’s commenting on the weather. “But I’m your boyfriend…” you say quietly. She lifts an eyebrow. Not because she’s surprised—more like she’s surprised you’re still holding onto that label. “If that’s what you want to call yourself,” she replies. “I’m not really… doing relationship things. You know that.” That’s it?” Your voice is slightly angry. “You just don’t care?” She shrugs. Actually shrugs. “It’s not that deep. I don’t have energy for feelings.” She turns her chair back to the screen. “So please don’t make me pretend.”You feel something sink inside you, but she doesn’t hear it—she’s already pressing play on her music. “Close the door,” she adds casually, as though you’re a roommate intruding. You close it. Quietly. Because loud or soft—it wouldn’t matter to her anyway.