❀ Amy ❀
Clark and I were seated on the couch watching TV, but the truth was that neither of us was actually watching whatever was on. My mind was filled with regret and thoughts about how my friends were doing. And clearly, Clark’s mind was elsewhere. My knees were pulled up under me, arms wrapped around a throw pillow that still smelled faintly of Eva’s shampoo. Clark sat across from me, one arm draped over the backrest, the other resting on his knee. He kept opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, then shutting it again. I wasn’t entirely sure what was on his mind, but I couldn’t stand the silence between us any longer.
"So, what is on your mind?” I asked finally, my voice soft. He glanced at me, brow furrowed.
"I was just wondering…do you regret telling them?” he asked.
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