I didn't reply for two weeks. He's probably lost faith in me by now. What was I supposed to do? A guy. I don't even think I'm gay.

Right?

Maybe I will reply.

Once I'm dead.

Or maybe you could do it now and put yourself out of your misery.

I tore a piece of notebook paper out and clicked open my pen with my index finger.

Damn my inner mind.

You win this time.

Sure, until I keep winning.