She loved her, and so did he. It had been a while since they talked, They see each other; his throat aches, he doesn’t say a word, But how could he, the things he was going through! ‘He doesn't care.’, she thinks. He was a person whom she couldn’t be happy with. Maybe she was right. She tells him to go to sleep. Suddenly, he felt like a person with a rope around his neck, just on the brink of suffocation. He tries staying strong, he tries not giving in ‘He doesn't care.’, she thinks. He was a person whom she couldn’t be happy with. Maybe she was right. She tells him to go to sleep. The suffocation wasn’t new, but the distance was, Piercing through him, weakening him, every moment. He just wants to rest, but insomnia creeps in. ‘He doesn't care.’, she thinks. He was a person whom she couldn’t be happy with. Maybe she was right. She tells him to go to sleep.