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“You can’t just throw people away when
you’re finished with them,” she shouted at him, grabbing at his arm.
He looked down at her and his face
radiated sympathy as he shook his head. “He’s always like that.”
“Where is he?” she demanded.
He just shook his head again.
“You don’t know or you wouldn’t tell me
if you did?”
“Both.” He gave her a look. “He’s my
best friend.”
“He’s a dick.”
“I know... but only to women.”
“Oh... so that makes it better?”
“Come on, girl. Are you seriously
telling me you thought it meant more?”
She made a frustrated gesture, dragging
her hand away from him.
“You’re young,” he said, “You’ll get
over it.”
Get over it? The man had lit a passion
within her that she had not known existed. Imagining that with anyone else was
just not possible right now.
“I don’t want your sympathy,” she
shouted at him. “I want to know where he is.”
“Don’t you get it? He’s at home with
his wife and kids.” His voice was low and quiet.
Her heart hurt as if it had been
speared. She clutched at her chest.
His eyes looked sorry.
“Kids?” she gasped.
“Go home... get drunk. Whatever you
need to do.”
“I-I m-meant nothing?” She
didn’t know why she was asking him.
He sighed. “I can’t answer that.”
Her head dropped. “No.”
He patted the top of her shoulder. “Go
home. Go on.”
It was good advice but she looked
towards the bar he had just come out of.
“Don’t go in there,” he said as if he
read her mind.
“Rebound.”
“Yeah. You need some time to yourself.”
Maybe she did, but it annoyed her that
he knew what advice to give. How many times had he done it before?
“Sure,” she snapped at him, before
walking away.
“Do you need a lift?” he called after
her, but she didn’t answer.
She needed the long walk home and the
time to think.
And the privacy to cry.
~~~~
© AM Gray 2014
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