CAROLINE
W
hen James emerged
from the shower, he looked better- physically, at least. Sitting next to the stove, I narrowed my pupils to get a clearer look at the swirling darkness that flashed in his eyes. He was silent, sauntering to the kitchen table with tiny droplets of water falling from his ear-length hair and onto broad shoulders. My heart squeezed when he sat stiffly, staring in front of himself with an almost blank expression painted on his face.
“… I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way, Caroline.” James slurred slightly, as if his mind and mouth were moving slower than they should’ve. He refused to look at me as he stretched his legs under the table, and I wheeled myself over to his side before he parted his lips again. “I just- really… really don’t want to talk about that
