They sat on the floor, sharing chocolate cake right from the container along with a glass of milk.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"Where you really going to leave? I mean, where you going to walk out and call it quits?"
"Honestly, I was really going to leave. As for calling it quits, at that exact moment, yes. You would not talk to me and you would not help me understand what was going on with you. In my eyes, you didn't want me around you any longer. You were mad at everything that I was doing and everything about me. I figured that you did not want to be with me any longer."
"Oh." Libby's eyes moved to the floor.
"But as you can see, I am still here. I will admit that I wasn't sure if I would actually be able to leave. Saying it is one thing, but actually doing it is something e
