Light footsteps cross the tile after the door shuts and then I hear a long, weary sigh as the couch in the corner crunches. I wait for him to speak, but I know that he won’t. He probably thinks I’m asleep. “John?” I call. His silhouette perks up, his hair glistening from droplets of rain. “Yeah?” Silence again. My mouth works hard to form words… an apology. I am sorry, but I meant what I said. He has to move on sooner or later. The last thing I want is for John to become depressed over losing me. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. John stands immediately and comes to the bed, sitting on the edge. The moonlight reveals him, shadows of raindrops cloaking the right half of his face. “No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that.” “No. I shouldn’t have said that to you.” I grab his hand. “I just… I want you to understand where I’m coming from, saying something like that to you.
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