Status: The end. Thank you all so much for reading.

Wrists

insane .

“I don’t understand you.”

Bitter silence.

“You have nothing to hide from me, y’know that?”

But I hardly know you.

“You can tell me if something’s wrong.”

Why do you care about someone you’d just met days before?

“I’m here if anything goes wrong, okay?”

Do you really care about me, or are you just saying that just to appear polite?

“See you tomorrow, Graham. Be safe, okay?”

Bitter silence.

And I then I turned in my driver’s seat and watched his and her back retreat towards their small suburban home.

All I could see was that leather jacket before the front door closed.