"What is he doing?" Jenna asked me over the phone.
I turned and looked at him. "Kissing."
"Her?"
"Who else?" The words hurt me to say them aloud.
"It's okay, Hannah," she whispered trying to comfort me.
"No it's not."
She stayed silent for a while then agreed. When I got home I sat and waited for him. I was still talking to Jenna of course.
"Say something to him when he gets home."
"Like what?"
"I don't know! How about: Did you eat dinner?"
"That sounds random."
"It's a CONVERSATION!" she insists.
"More like DESPERATION."
"Go with it or not. It's your choice."
"I know. But I don't feel like making that choice." And I didn't. Not at all. I'd rather go to bed and wake up to a fresh start. A NEW morning. One that has him lying next to me.
I turned and looked at him. "Kissing."
"Her?"
"Who else?" The words hurt me to say them aloud.
"It's okay, Hannah," she whispered trying to comfort me.
"No it's not."
She stayed silent for a while then agreed. When I got home I sat and waited for him. I was still talking to Jenna of course.
"Say something to him when he gets home."
"Like what?"
"I don't know! How about: Did you eat dinner?"
"That sounds random."
"It's a CONVERSATION!" she insists.
"More like DESPERATION."
"Go with it or not. It's your choice."
"I know. But I don't feel like making that choice." And I didn't. Not at all. I'd rather go to bed and wake up to a fresh start. A NEW morning. One that has him lying next to me.
