What's Left of Me

by Kristen Granata

He scoffs, shaking his head. “How can you say you love me but not know if you want to be with me?” I rise from the couch and look down at him. “The same way you can tell me you love me and hit me.”

“I’m not ready to go just yet. Don’t you worry.” I lift an eyebrow. “Oh, no? What are you waiting for then?” “Well, first, I have to tell you everything I have planned for you.” “Me? What are you talking about?” “I want to give you the diner.”