Chapter 6
A couple of months later...
"What is your problem now?" he argued, a hint of aggression in his tone.
"My problem?" She retorted. "You're the one making a big deal about it."
"Do you know what, I have had it up to here with you," he pointed his hand to the tip of his head. "I know I've only known you for a couple of months but..." he paused.
"But what?" She asked, folding her arms.
"Just forget it," he turned to leave but she had grabbed hold of his arm to stop him.
"No, tell me!" she demanded.
"It's over! Us, we're finished. I'm done."
Her face dropped.
"It was never really going to work out, now was it?" he sighed.
Tears were brimming in her eyes as she watched him leave. Walking down the street before getting in his car and driving away. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself and think things through. But she couldn't stop the tears flowing down her face and leaving big fat droplets on her hands. She could feel herself beginning to shake. If she hadn't started the argument then none of this would've happened. It was her fault. She needed to go after him. She needed to apologise.
Wiping away the wet line that ran along her cheek, she searched the draw for her keys. When she finally found them, she raced out of the house. Not even bothering to lock the door behind her; it didn't matter right now. She didn't care that her hair was all over the place or that she was wearing the most unflattering clothes. All she cared about was finding him.
"It's over," his voice played over and over again in her mind as though it were a scratched record. She could feel the tears coming again as she thought about him more. What she had done wrong. All of a sudden, her vision became blurry and clouded.
The only thing she could remember was the rolling of the car and the crash that followed after it.