accidental eavesdropping
Sometimes I'm sitting on the couch quietly, whether reading or chatting with pals on discord, and I'll hear my name echo up the steps from where you reside.
I know better, but my ears can't help but to perk up.
I've always had a bad habit of eavesdropping and to be honest? I don't even really know why. Maybe some part of me is waiting to confirm that everyone hates me (they don't). Maybe the opposite, I yearn to hear sweet nothings that would never actually be spoken to me.
These are never what I find though.
It's never been much of a bad habit, but because most of what I hear has been incredibly banal. Stuff like "oh they've been working on the garden" or "they've been cooking a lot lately," you know?
But today was different. I heard such an unfamiliar sorrow in your voice when you were telling your mother how unwell I've been. I know the last thing you'd want is for me to apologize, but God. I'm so sorry.
I think now all I yearn for is to hear the lightness return to your voice when you speak of me.