No, I told him. I don’t need your help getting home.
It’s a cold snowing night, the bitter wind gushes against my flake studded face, slush covers the pavement like used cotton wool. He’d pulled up in a silver Audi estate, the four rings gleaming for each of the years we were together. He smiles his shining smile trying to obliterate the past, his puppied eyes soften his usually hard face.
Please, he voices again through the semi open glass.
The pitch black staring back at me from the driverseat, noise from the passing cars on the main road deafens my ears.
I’m completely capable of reaching home by myself but thanks.
Can’t we at least speak? I need to talk to you…
There’s nothing more to say, I don’t want to know. You destroyed everything, not me. It’s done.
Just get in the fucking car, don’t make this embarrassing.
You’re the embarrassment, do you really think I’m going to get in after you’ve spoken to me like that? Are you stupid? Please just go, leave me alone.
If you don’t fucking get in the car I’m going to drag you here myself in front of everyone.
He unfastens his seatbelt and leaves through the driverside, the interior light glows against scented tan leather centering my sense of home I’ve been missing these last few weeks. His solid shadow casts darkly against the dotted xenons, I step back recoiling vertically as he reaches into my personal space on the walkway.
He looks at me intently and opens the passenger door.