Chapter 14
He is a good driver.
I can drive too, but he can drive better.
He looks at me from the corner of his eye.
He smiles.
I smile, but not at him.
He stops in front of a bench
It’s worn down and in the middle of nowhere.
I asked him where we were.
He said somewhere.
He got out of the car.
I did too.
We were far from the highway.
And then there was the bench.
The bench the middle of nowhere.
I sat on the bench.
He sits next to me.
We stared at the stars for a really long time.
He asked me what happened to my eye.
I don’t say anything.
He doesn’t ask me again.
He sighs.
I sigh too.
He says he cares.
I tell him I don’t believe him.
He says I should.
He stands up.
He holds out a hand.
I take it.
He hugs me.
He hugs me hard.
I don’t know why but I cry.
My eye starts to hurt.
He noticed.
He tells me I’m gonna be fine.
I tell him I won’t.
He says he doesn’t believe me.
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