"And why not?" I don't know if I should be happy or sad about your answer.
"I'm afraid I'll regret it." Oh, Henry, you're screwing with me, screwing with my head.
"If you haven't regretted it so far..." Now she's the one looking at the road. "You won't regret it later."
"I'm already regretting it." This time he's the one looking at me.
"It doesn't seem like it." My eyes are already tearing up.
"But I am." I want to trust him, but I don't know if I should.
"Look, Henry, just tell me the truth." I take a deep breath. "If you want me to really believe your words, that's the only way you can keep me."
He doesn't say anything else, just stares blankly.
After a few minutes, we arrive home. He parks, and I get out first, hearing his footsteps right behind mine.
As soon as I enter, Sandra
