One grey afternoon she was walking through the park, her favourite thinking place, when she saw Josh sitting alone on a bench. His eyes were red and inflamed – he had been crying. Abi walked over and sat next to him. She expected him to get up and storm off but instead he just sat there, perfectly still. On impulse, she took his hand. He looked up at her with questioning, pleading eyes; filled with tears. She didn’t know why he was upset, but she knew that she would do everything in her power to help him.
“I’m so sorry!” The words suddenly gushed out of his tightly closed lips. Abi could tell he almost regretted saying them after they were out.
“Don’t worry, I don’t believe you. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” She shrugged it off, even though it hurt tremendously.
A few more endless seconds passed.
“No, really,” He finally admitted. “I’ve been so horrible to you all this time. It just wasn’t fair.”
“It’s alright,” she reassured, even though it really, truly wasn’t, “each to their own.”