No sorry

          “Don’t
talk, Mathew, let me finish. Let’s lay down friends
as the rule. With friends, there are
no cross-overs, no mixed signals anymore.”

I paused,
pushing my forehead into the brick wall, feeling the hard surface push into my skin,
hoping it would numb the other pain in my heart.

            “No feeling my tits, no kissing me,
okay?” I said softly, sadly. “That’s it I’m finished.”

            I waited for his response. He was
silent for a minute and I wondered what he was thinking. Although it was out
now I didn’t think it was a total surprise.      

“Morgan,
I’m sorry,” he finally whispered.

            “No sorry,” I cried, hanging up on
him.





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