I shouldn’t have to.
I’m sorry, I said. Then, after a moment’s thought, Was it because I stopped kissing you?
Yes.
My eyes overflowed, hot tears streaking down my cheeks. How could I have been so wrong about her? Had I missed some signs somewhere? I racked my brain, choking back sobs, telling myself it was silly to cry over a girl I’d only really known for a month, give or take a few days. That only made me sadder, though, and maybe a little bit angry. At myself, at her, at whatever the hell she was talking about.
I hadn’t done anything wrong. I said, I thought you were better than that. I’m not sorry after all.
And then I turned off my phone and cried some more. Eventually, Laddu came to make biscuits on my belly, and petting him soothed me. I took a nap, my eyes swollen and crusty w
