I cried.
Even when I was walking to the car park, I was fighting back tears. But how can you fight something that tears you up inside?
I did it again. I am a horrible person for hurting Doug, not once but twice. I mean who does that? A person who is so self-absorbed and self-centered. That person is me. I saw the car and I also saw John. He was eating an apple while waiting for me. My steps were faster now, almost running. His reaction changed instantly, as if he knew something had been wrong. He ran to me, still clutching the half-eaten apple in his hand.
"Are you hurt?" He said, his eyes searching for the possible cause of tears.
"No, but I am hurt."
"Where? What happened? Did that guy touch you?"
"John, hug me. I need a hug." I did not need his permission, I hugged him there.
