The car’s exhaust fumes blast me and gravel spits at my feet. I stand alone in the dark. How can you leave someone like this?

     I know it’s the words. The words you always regret. Words that fly out of your mouth when you’re at your worst. Words that are blurted out in such a heat that you don’t even remember them afterward. What you said exactly — it’s all just a hollow, empty blur. A dull aching noise.

     Why do we forgive? How much can we forgive?

     In the distance I see headlights coming my way. And I wait.

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