▪︎ Camp Fest ▪︎
"Sorry for last night."
Erik sits directly opposite from me at the cafeteria, a can of coke wrapped in his hand. His guitar is hanging on his back as usual. I wonder if he ever gets tired of carrying the tool around.
I sip my hot black coffee.
"Have you ever gone a day without spitting the word 'sorry'? Honestly. I can bet on my life that you've never!"
"I felt horrible for what I did to you last night. Letting you drive home alone when I took you there myself? I was soaking in guilt the entire night. Wanted to call you and apologise but sadly, I realised that I don't have your number."
"You don't have to be sorry about it."
"You are not mad at me?"
"No. Why should I be mad at you? You owe me nothing. You are not my husband. You are not my boyfriend. You are not ev
