She fidgeted a little. Clearly anxious at what she was telling me. Her hair looked unkempt. Her eyes were teary. She finished talking and waited for a reply.
I stared at her. I could barely get a word out without feeling like my voice would crack if I did. I took a deep breath. I put my hands through my hair.
"I-," I hesitated. She can't hear my response. It would break her.
"I- I just can't. I'm sorry."
She looked down and I could hear her lightly start to cry. I felt like I couldn't make her feel better. She broke out in full tears at this point and ran from the room.
"I'm sorry," I say again. Maybe for myself.
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YOU ARE READING
I Just Can't
Short StoryMy theatre teacher gave us a prompt. "I just can't." This is what I wrote in the 5 minutes we were given.
