“I cannot believe I told you that. Any of that. I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry.”
The lights on the dashboard were still hazy around the edges, too sharp in the centre. But I was not as lightheaded now, which meant I was awash with regret and embarrassment at having shared so much about myself with someone I barely knew, someone I only texted once in a while, and sometimes shared a few drinks with after work.
About the side I kept hidden. The other face. The uncovered one.
“It’s all right. I had no idea.”
That quiet pity in your voice stung. I didn’t need it. I said so.
“It’s not pity,” you said, “I’m angry. Angry that you had to go through all of this alone. Have you ever talked to anyone about this?”
My hand was already yanking the car door open, “I should go. This was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have burdened you.” My house wasn’t too far. I was tired and dizzy, but I could walk. Or so I thought.
“Don’t worry about it. This conversation never happened, if it makes you feel better.”
You started the car again. Why had we stopped in the first place? I can no longer remember. I was quiet after that. We weren’t close and now you knew more about me than those who were. Strange how things change. In a day.
We were at my gate when you asked me to stay for one more song. “Another time.” I said as I stepped out.
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