11.29 sat, 12:53
I've run it through my head a thousand times. You'd be standing the way you always do: equal weight on your legs, shoulders dropped, sweatshirt enveloping your torso. Except this time, your eyes are fixed on me. And this time, all I can say is "Don't hate me." I kiss you on the cheek because it's all I can do. I can't say what I want, but I can't leave without telling you somehow. You don't understand, and I tell you that I'm so very sorry. You don't kiss me. You don't grab my arm. You don't do anything as I turn and walk away.