Afraid of the Dark
"This is wrong." My voice cracked as I stated the obvious.
Pete shook his head, but he said, "Yes. Very wrong. Very, very wrong."
But the fire blazed on in his eyes--black with passion, as bleak and inviting and neverending as eternity.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm not good. For you." He added the last part a second too late, and the words formed two separate statements.
I said, "I know. I don't mind."
And the worst part was that I knew it was the truth.
Pete shook his head, but he said, "Yes. Very wrong. Very, very wrong."
But the fire blazed on in his eyes--black with passion, as bleak and inviting and neverending as eternity.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm not good. For you." He added the last part a second too late, and the words formed two separate statements.
I said, "I know. I don't mind."
And the worst part was that I knew it was the truth.