We stood, inches apart, the night air causing our breath to spiral out in mist. I had to tilt my head back to see his eyes.
He looked down at me silently, as though waiting. I didn't know what he wanted. I desperately searched for something to say - anything - to break the stillness that stretched on between us. It hurt, being in this position where mere words were difficult between us when before we hadn't needed them.
"I should go," I said finally. It was the only thing I didn't want to say, yet I said it anyway.
He sighed, and I knew I had said the wrong thing.
I tried not to cry.
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