August isn't the same anymore. He's not the August I used to like, and he's definitely not the one I fell for. He's... someone new now. And honestly? I'm so tired of meeting all these different versions of him. Like every time I blink, there's a new August standing in front of me—one I don't recognize, one I never asked for.
He's here, yeah, physically. But emotionally? Mentally? He's somewhere else. Maybe somewhere I can't reach. And the weird part is, he doesn't even get angry anymore. Which sounds like a good thing, right? No yelling, no tension. But back when he used to get mad, at least he felt something. At least he talked. At least I knew what was going on in that head of his. Now? It's just silence. Heavy, frustrating silence.
I know something's going on with him. I feel it. In t
