And she’s off again.
I want to go after her, but H is in the way and with every step I take he flexes his muscles. No matter how hard I try, I won’t get very far before he’ll be on me, again.
I’m not sure what to say or if I should even speak. I’m pretty sure that if I even look the wrong way my face will be meeting the pavement. H has always had a temper, and it doesn’t seem like that has gone away. It’s weirdly comforting to see him like this, the same as the last time I saw him. Memories of that final night clash with the reality going on around me.
I start simple. “Hi.”
H nods, glaring at me.
“Can I…” I move my hands.
“She doesn’t want to see you or speak to you.”
Well, that was pretty obvious from her behavior. But I need to see her, talk to her, one last time. I have to try.
