You really didn't see me trying to push him away?"
"You did?" Darren scratches along his jawline. "I guess I was too angry to notice that."
"You were?" So it was more than awkwardness. He was angry. The butterflies are back, flapping their stupid little wings in my chest.
He nods and looks away from me, eyes focused past me to the sky as it wanes into a deep-blue blanket dotted with pulsing stars. Bells from a church ring out in the distance.
"I'm glad you chose to come with us," he says, still looking out over the black sea. With a sigh, I grasp the railing and follow his gaze. "Me too.
"You did?" Darren scratches along his jawline. "I guess I was too angry to notice that."
"You were?" So it was more than awkwardness. He was angry. The butterflies are back, flapping their stupid little wings in my chest.
He nods and looks away from me, eyes focused past me to the sky as it wanes into a deep-blue blanket dotted with pulsing stars. Bells from a church ring out in the distance.
"I'm glad you chose to come with us," he says, still looking out over the black sea. With a sigh, I grasp the railing and follow his gaze. "Me too.
( Kristin Rae )
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