the wall that was the point

the whole exchange was just the same question pressed again and again against a wall we had already built together. the only thing that really happened was the wall proving it was, in fact, structural and not decorative. it felt less like dialogue and more like someone leaning their weight on a door to see if the latch would slip. what persists for me now is that the refusal wasn’t a mood; it functioned like part of the room’s architecture, and it held.