"Congratulations."
Why was I whispering?
Wasn't I aiming for a nonchalant tone?
You looked confused.
I gave a dry smile,
my hands pointing your ring finger.
"Oh."
Realisation coloured your eyes.
"Th-thanks."
It hurt bad. But still,
like my sixteen year old self,
my heart interpreted it in it's own way.
Because to me, right then,
you sounded g u i l t y.
Yeah, it was my heart playing games again.
Always interpreting and getting my hopes up.
Clenching my fist under the pale blue hospital sheet,
I smiled back.