I’m in the lab. Or the office. Ready to go home. He stands before me.
“Why didn’t you tell me. You should have told me."
I am looking down. I can see myself. A gray shalwar kameez. A flowing dubatta. My book bag hanging from my shoulder.
“I didn’t want to do this to you. Because I’m not good enough. Because you would never. Because I couldn’t. Because you want better…”
I am called away, another friend needs help with something. I go sit with him.
He watched from the other room. Asks her to talk me to talk to him. I go to him. Sit down next to him. He begins to say something. I wish I knew what.
***
“Why didn’t you tell me. You should have told me."
I am looking down. I can see myself. A gray shalwar kameez. A flowing dubatta. My book bag hanging from my shoulder.
“I didn’t want to do this to you. Because I’m not good enough. Because you would never. Because I couldn’t. Because you want better…”
I am called away, another friend needs help with something. I go sit with him.
He watched from the other room. Asks her to talk me to talk to him. I go to him. Sit down next to him. He begins to say something. I wish I knew what.
***
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