Julian West
She didn't send a text or call. Nothing.
Did she not see the note I left behind the windbreaker?
The questions weren't spoken out loud, yet I felt like I was whining to myself out loud and instantly felt uncool. I hated how I made myself believe that helping return her car would automatically solve all the existing issues. She could have been slow enough to not figure it was from me. Now I was mad at myself for being vague. Since I dropped the car off by 4 PM, I had been sitting next to my phone, waiting for her text to pop in so she could tell me I was partially forgiven or something. I hated the way I felt restless the whole day after hearing I made her cry. She also hadn't been online since the day started.
I remember how she looked in the morning. Her fuzzy curly ha
