I didn't think it was a good idea for us to just keep being together until I left. I knew that it would be awkward and strange. Worse, I knew that it would lead her on. But I couldn't help myself. Was that love? That inability to help yourself from compromising yourself, no matter how … Continue reading The Exit, 2

She threw her glass against the wall. It shattered. Ice cubes thudded softly on the carpet. Oh, she was angry. Angrier than I had expected her to be. Angrier than I had ever seen her. As I registered the whiskey staining the white wall, I realized that I'd actually never seen her angry before. She … Continue reading The Exit, 1