DAMIAN BLACKWOOD I took a few seconds to regain my composure, and breathe. No doubt, I was terrified to my bones about facing her. I did not know what to say or how to admit that I now knew the truth about five years ago. I did not know how to apologise, or the words to use, or how best to say that I regretted having her leave. Thinking of what to say felt too much, and I had somehow hoped that she would put off trying to talk to me so that the ugly moment would be postponed, until a better time. I didn't expect that it would be now! "You should have gone with the rest," I said, staring at my feet and turning with my back to her again. "Yes. I should." She replied. Still, there was no sound to show that she had walked away, no departing footsteps, so I turned again and found her there, still waiting. She, too, was not looking at me, but staring at something on the ground, something invisible, something away from me and my profile. Seeing her still there did something to me.
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