He talks some more. He tells me about his job, and his family. I listen.
Then he asks me a question.
And I have trouble understanding what he said, so I look at his face, and he's looking at mine.
And I have to say yes. And my insides swell. I smile, and it's been so long, I cant even remember how it felt to smile.
I smile, and he smiles, and laughs. I don't laugh, not yet.
He stands there when we get to my apartment. When I unlock the door, I turn around, and look at him one more time.
Then I shut it softly, and go to sleep in my shoes, and clothes.
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In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
