I'm Over It, Right.?

"You aren't over it yet, you won't ever be", he says.

"No, i am. It happened two years ago. Definately I'm over it.", I reply. He's getting on my nerves now.

"You're lying. To both me and yourself."

Okay, yeah maybe he is right. It hasn't left my mind at all. Since the past two years I relive that day over and over again. 

"Okay, what if I aint over it.", I say in a rather defensive tone. 

"Haha, iknew it honey. Just wanted you to admit it!" He chuckles.

That annoyin brat, I was about to curse him and hit him with the pillow like I always do whenever he messes with me. That dumbass is lucky I love him. Suddenly my mom entered the room. 

"You're talking to the air again?" She rolls her eyes at me and then leaves the room. 

I rub my eyes and then stare at the wall in incredulity. He was here, wasn't he?

I guess he was right, I am not over his death yet.