11 Eleanor

Nate

“I think we should go. I have to take Abby home,” Sarah says while standing up.

“Can’t you stay any longer? She is still having fun with her friend,” I reply. My heart stutters from her sudden coldness.

“We have to get home before her mum leaves for her date," she averts my gaze, picking up her bag and searching in it.

“I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

My curiosity took things too far. She looked indifferent, not a tiny sign of hurt or anger, and I pushed forward with more questions. I know now that I shouldn’t have done it. She was clearly masking her emotions.

“It’s okay. What happened has happened. We can’t change that. Plus, it is definitely not your fault. So, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I’ve been fine for years,” she says, slightly lifting her chin at the end.

I try to look into her eyes, but she avoids my gaze successfully as she motions for Abby to come closer.

“Yes, but I feel like I just tore up old wounds.”

“Well, if you put it that way…” she sighs, and her shoul