Ash

“The conversation had started innocuously enough when Keith asked,
“What do you want in your omelet?” and somehow ended two hours later
when he shouted, “I don’t think you really love me; I think you’re just terrified
of being alone,” and you, gesticulating wildly with the spatula, spat back
without thinking, “I am alone; you have no idea how alone I am,” as if that
were some kind of comeback.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory