Amy
I reached for the door handle, I hesitated for a second, I could feel it so bad, Zack wanted to say something and the air in the car was thick with it, that pause, the way his hands still gripped the wheel though the engine was already idling low. My chest tightened, waiting, foolishly hoping he’d speak it out but he didn’t.
“Goodnight Amy,” his voice steady and soft.
I slipped out of the car, closing the door gently behind me. His headlights cut across the pavement fading as he pulled away but I stood there a little too long, watching the road like some i***t until he was far gone. And then I laughed quietly, feeling bitter at myself. God, Amy, you’re a hot mess, What was I expecting? At this age, still hoping for some grand high school moment in the dark like a lovesick teenager?
