carolina
She drove too fast for the conditions. She knew that but she did it anyway. She drove too fast and kept too close to the driver ahead of her. She wanted to get home. She felt like she had been in the car for too long today. She had spent more time driving to and fro than actually at work. She really needed to be a thome. She was tired, she knew that. But she was in control.
The wise thing to do would be to get away. To leave. To avoid temptation. Disaster even. I can't admit the truth. No good would come of it, I'm sure. How could it. No the best thing to do is to leave - if only I were so wise.
Necessity is the mother of invention. Just another way of saying if you can make do with what's around you, you will succeed, go far. You, my son, will be a man.
It's sickly sweetness caught in my throat. I knew the chocolates were a guilt present. Why couldn't he just leave? Why did he pretend he wanted to stay and to make things right again? It would all just end up the same. As if the cheap chocolates made up for it..
I remember drinking hot chocolate with you in that amazing cafe on the Ile St Louis. Like liquid velvet I wrote in my journal. The place was like something in a dream A piano. China cups. The old lady who served us. And then you - you turned out to be bitter sweet.
The way you act, the way you talk, everything about you. it needles me. It gets under my skin. It eats away at me.
I walk away and don't facec you. I don't face my fears. I leave the room. I exit stage left. My head in turmoil. My heart beating loudly. Surely you can hear it too.
How I felt today when you told me that I didn'y give a shit and I had to walk away. I couldn't argue with you - not in front of everyone. You won...again. I can't stand it!
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