6
Lillian
“I wasn’t trying to end things with you,”
Emelia said.
“I really wasn’t. I hope you know that.”
But she’d already opened my bedroom door to leave. All our intentions and hopes shouldn’t add up to that moment. I’ve counted them and it can’t be right.
I should have torn out the final page of her book and shown it to her.
I should have pressed the crumpled paper into her hands and said this ending isn’t for you, it isn’t for us.
All the words I’ve written about her. When I needed them, I had none.
She said.
“Why is it when you think you’re in trouble, you always go out of your way to make it worse?”
Then she put the door between her tears and mine.
It’s a strange thing, how we make our fears come true.