Strangers

By Saz

Sequel to Still Holding On

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Sara's face is impassive and I begin to wonder if I've overstepped the bounds. I shove my hands into my pockets, waiting for her to reply, waiting for her to tell me to go away.

But she doesn't, instead she stands there studying me.

I shuffle my feet nervously. "I owe you an explanation too."

"No," she responds, voice quiet, "You don't."

I feel my brow furrow. Is this her way of coping, by pretending it never happened?

"Yes, I do. I was out of line, Sara. I didn't mean to hurt you."

She sighs softly. "Let's talk inside, Nick."

~*~ Fin ~*~