Thanks be to EBT.
I look over, and my heart drops. My eyes instantly tear up. And I know that this isn't how it's supposed to happen.
He's just standing there. He's staring at us. I don't know how much he heard, but I know it's enough by the look on his face.
It's quiet. Too quiet.
I don't know what to say or do.
I look over at you, and your face goes from anger to worry.
The change in your face does something to him, and he starts to leave the room.
"Ben, please wait. Please. Just‒ I'm sorr‒"
I can't find the words...
"Bye, Angela."
And then he just... walks out of the room.
Thank you for the flailing. It makes me giggle and fills me with unicorn love. Or something.
Hasta manana.